From my window
I watch from this window as if perched like a bird and I watch the world and realize it is a thing of the absurd. I see my people and observe their behavior and approaches in life.
Up has become down and left has became right maybe that's why we have become lost and the have nerve to drive navigators on expeditions on brief excursions.
To purchase a car that could serve as your house and stay a part of New York City Housing, web browsing on cell phones because although you don't go to work you never seem to be home. But I guess you got it made because the rent is paid. It's in your mama's name but you feel no shame.
I look at my TV and hear the mayor cater to sons of the rainbow daughter's of Sappho. I am trying not to be a phobe, but do you mind if we probe. The children that feel they are gay are having their way because other kids have mean things to say and some even get carried away and contemplate given them a hot led spray. I am sorry to burst a bubble but this juvenile trouble is an old song that even Jenny, Maury and Ricki made their career on. I am more worried about short kids in glasses and very young girls with big tits and curvy ass' because no matter the session they cannot practice discretion. Not to mention that you claim a status that cannot be confirmed in the eyes of the law because it would be rape. Too young to consent to have your back bent, and hand jobs that maybe transcendent I am dropping you a dime not just my two cents.
People say it is other teens that provide peer pressure, yet adults teach and promote alternative ways when childhood becomes as fleeting as summer vacation day memory of when life starts experiencing complexity. Std's come before A-B-C's which are quickly followed by over simplified lessons of H-I-V and how to use I-U-D's so that at age 12 they don't make any maybe babies thank you uncle p-I-m-p.
Our babies are treated like lil' roommates with all due responsibilities to pay rent and utilities. Lil ankle bitters better get a deal from Nike or keep it real on a rap album because mom's gave birth and she's done. Poor son, because mom is going on her nightly excursion and leaves him by himself with a open living room curtains where I watch her little one turn off his PS2 and give momma a hug and smile at her escort thug. I watch him most nights cry and stay still. so he doesn't feel alone I wave at him and he smiles back at me at my windowsill.