A DIFFERENT KIND OF YOLK

    When I was a kid I remember feeling different then
  my folks,
    You could say my egg had a different kind of yolk.

    I was angry, rude, hyper and high-strung,
  I spoke how I felt never held my tongue.

    I was constantly getting into fights,
  My mom would ground me she tried to set me right.
 
   I always felt like there was something wrong with
  me,
  I was loud, causing trouble never low key.

    As I grew older the problem got bigger,
  Cocked and loaded, finger on the trigger.

    Puberty arrived and she stuck her head out,
  Six-grade camp a girl I was crazy about.

    We had to be cautious big trouble if caught,
  We would sneak away to our favorite spot.

    I thought my heart would explode in my chest,
  From that first kiss I knew I was possessed.

    We got caught making out our parents blew a fuse,
  They told us it's not normal and there is no excuse.

    We paid no attention it was puppy love,
  She was the only thing I could think of.

     I remember feeling different then my folks,
  You could say my egg had a different kind of yolk…

                           TURBO1904