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Reckless Childhoods


Red cars with yellow drop-tops wheeled around the front yard foot pressed hard against the pedal Blonde bimbos lying naked on the bedroom floor clothes scattered around them Boxing matches in the backyard sock em, bop em Girls almost burning houses down those pizzas weren’t so easy to bake Girls making lots of ‘doh so much ‘doh they can play in it Old men trying to steal their money and houses what a monopoly they live in Teenagers willing to get to home plate before dinner time but only if she’s a good catch Boys escaping with screw-drivers getting themselves out of a pickle Uno and they’re out uno and you’re out Living where the wild things are a dangerous world they live in Slaying blood suckers with blade in hand The boxes boom the man walks Liar Liar you can’t handle the truth Life was rough but sweet like a box of chocolates
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