Growing Up

Does contain some offensive language

Fun and games were never my thing,
I went through a faze of annoying bling,
From mercedes badges,
To clowns on wings,
They were definitely the strangest of things.

When I grew up,
I thought I would change,
The hair on my chest,
And needing a shave,
A man I was,
To become on my own,
With no helps from books,
Or time with my shlong.

I was growing up fast,
And not alone,
A girlfriend to find,
Who would start to moan,
Enough I had,
Of her nagging ways,
Soon we were to split,
I long to wait,
For a wife to love,
And to help masturbate.