Young Heart.

Down slow, son,
Today,
Roaming like a stray dog,
Is no good.
Salivate at women's thighs not;
Fold the itchy fingers not to fondle their bare chests...

Let erection determine direction not,
This wagging tail,
Shouldn't splash water into every pot--
It will make a sad tale.
***
Daily he comes--
Wearing expensive smile,
In flashy cars...
Eating words with a tongue foreign,
My daughter, your heart hold.

Lick not the sugary tongue,
Let eyes open;
Whilst listening to his song,
Read his mind,
Before you do...