There are all kinds of people who do
all kinds of things
Who asked me to join them, sculpt my
past.
There are scofflaws who encourage me to
take
What my parents would not let me have.
There are slackers who ask for my
expertise
and direct it toward disrupting class.
There are lead singers of bands I've
never actually seen
Who tell me when it's love, to wait in
line.
There are young men who introduce young
women, who urge me
To both pursue and ignore the fine.
There are a lot of screw-ups in my
past,
But mostly mine.
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