Thirteen Testo

Testo Thirteen

Thirteen
walking and i'm walking
and i'm stomping the street
trying to penetrate the asphalt
with my feet
oh, know
getting so old
when you're living in a town
where all the stars are brown
getting so old
won't one van stop for me?
they drive past dodging in doge rams
as i throw rocks and words
"your youth won't last!
no, it won't last!"
i am thirteen in a city o pederasts
far too old for their dark sunglasses
and their mustaches
though they might consider me
at the end of a long, desperate day
still i wish i was half my age