Youth

There you are sitting with your dope throne
and telling me I don't know shit about your life
with your lights off and the bubbling  of your idle bones
 " I'm walking a different path to a real positive light"
you tell me and you tell me and you tell me while
   you are planted on your ass


        your friends are so cool, so cool, not like me
they understand the real you, the how you feel, you
  tell me like I'm too fucking dim to really see
that they all the time gotta be loaded to just to be with you
  you tell me and you tell me while
        you ask me to leave


the world doesn't truly fuck you until you stop trying
    like I owe you some kind of prize for being who you are
you look at your profile and you start crying
    because you're just a fucking grain of sand, and not a shiny star
          you tell me and you tell me while you
            hold yourself hostage to the splinters


some day you will have to use a pint glass or a tire iron
        or a novelty Disney pencil
to get
     your point across,
or jump out of a window, or a moving mattress
       to escape what you deserve

or let cops pull on your nipples
      when you're in handcuffs
 and not say a fucking word

you'll go to work where the boss
 tells you to
      get on the truck and
         shut the fuck up
your hands will bleed

she'll laugh at your dick
you'll get ripped off
  she'll try to cut you if you try
 to put your dick in
      someone else

In short
   you will have to grow
        up
and no one will love you
     until you do.