"The Youth"
This, my son, will take you far
Over compressed mettle coated with tar
Use it wisely, to make love, not war
Thus spake Dad, handing me his car
I drove it carefully, with optimum haste
Mine is a young life, too good to waste
I had visions no pessimism could mar
As I drove down to the nearest BAR
But s*#&, in the quest I was betrayed
For my lack of GK, I dearly paid
Fate and politics played hard with me
Twas dry day..
..Anniversary of someone named Gandhi(ji)
(The bit below was added when the group I sent the above to complained that the ending was a tad too sad for the protagonist)
On the way back, I'll have you know
I did pick up my girl for a movie show
Afterwards, we parked in the lonely wood
And made love, like Dad said I should...;)
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