Sees the proliferation of body, change of hormones
Addiction to tobacco, alcohol and gizmos…
Where every girl seems krunk and like a diva
One’s thoughts seem to be supreme,
We are inured to others advice and nothing seems improbable,
Our caucus our friends seem like they will never go away
we would trust them in sunshine in hay, our connivance was there to stay
As the diaspora started we move to college
We still didn’t know whose call it is
We are away from home with new people, moolah is scarce,
In all the hustle-bustle and swish we don’t know who cares
But in all these putrid times you do get someone if you are lucky
Whose heart is of gold and one who never lets you feel grumpy
One does cherish that friendship long after,
In all this rubric world someone you can bank in a totality….
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