Sack Lunch

The pre-pube found himself at home

His parents left him all alone

The pizza boxes of his heart

Empty before they start

He said to me, "How can I know

That he's the child of a ho?"

I said "It's written all over your face"

He came to classes I visit

Asked "What is love?

Do I miss it?"

I said "Wherever you find it

It probably already is"

I slipped, he slumped

I bummed a bump

We woke up cold

And I said. "I'm stumped"

He said, "Don't think"

I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"

Class resumed September 8th

I eyed him up when he came in late

He passed me a note that read

"I'd love to meet you in your own bed"

I thought I'm way too old for this

He's not 18, don't he get the gist?

I said our ages, they don't fit

He said, "I am mature for my age"

I said, "You don't know you cannot gage

You only know other kids your age"

I slipped, he slumped

I bummed a bump

We woke up cold

And I said. "I'm stumped"

He said, "Don't think"

I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"

He's in my daughter's cooking class

Wearing an apron, slung low on his ass

I thought, "Wouldn't it be fine

For us to leave and change our minds?"

He said, "I don't know

That don't sound great"

But me and pre-pube,

We found ourselves loving

And coveting the same Lord

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, news made it

All the way back home

Hubby said, "I left the kids alone"

I said, "How could I love a 12 year-old boy?"

I slipped, he slumped

I bummed a bump

We woke up cold

And I said. "I'm stumped"

He said, "Don't think"

I said, "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow"

I'll see you tomorrow

You little chalkboard of a boy

Chalkboard as a toy

Break my heart, you boy

Leave it on the sidewalk

You fucking boys are all the same

Oh, all the same