Youth

We smoke weed all day.
Drink until the nights gone.
Spend our cash like its toiletry.
Living life by the words we sing to.
"Yolo" as we swing by.
Life is like a rollar coaster.
We hope on and off when we please.
To be young.
To create.
To love and to breath.
That is all we do.
We make love to everything we touch.
What we touch we yearn for and seek.
If all of life runs out.
We cry out and scream.
Never ending patronage for what we love and muster.
We are monsters in our parents eyes.
Yes, we lie but that only to protect ourselves.
From the others who choose to do us wrong.