Poetry

Those Who Still Listen

Being young is probably the closest you’ll be to bliss
It’s also like when everyone knows something you don’t
The world is busy talking about sex, drugs, and politics
And all the young still buy Legos and toys
The young still have ears
I think their ears might even work better
‘Cause they have girlfriends when they’re in sixth grade
When boys are stupid and girls aren’t yet ladies
And the world wonders why every teenager is stoned and drunk
It’s pretty obvious
When those who still listen
Only hear the worst
But even some of the worst looks like the best

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