This is Genuine

Don't be afraid,

this is genuine.

Come after school

to make noise and make boys

mentioned.

Pieces of your honorable mentions.

Used, abused, and losers

of the game.

Poison in your brains.

Get out of town.

I'll still be here when you come back around.

Eagerly waiting

anticipating

nuances you've found.

The grays in the shading,

do you find them fine,

or degrading?

Berating every lie

you now realize

you've known.

School days

seem lazy, don't they?

Hazy in your long-term memory,

golden rays still set ablaze

the corns and wheats and hays

of those stubborn, southern ways

on which you were raised

and only recently

have seen yourself a way

out of them.

Don't you squander the hours.

Don't trade the rain for a shower

of oblivious.

For come fall,

the squashes are made of water

and minerals

and millenials

of the same soils.

So long as you're adventuring

I thought it worth mentioning

to take your time

and realize

that home is here

and have no fear.

This is my advice:

revisit once or twice.

Perspective on your life

is priceless.

And I'll still be here,

eagerly waiting.

Anticipating

nuances you've found.

The grays in the shading,

are they fine,

or degrading?

And are they berating

every lie

you now realize

you've known?

Don't be afraid, darling.

I am genuine.

If nothing else at all,

this is genuine.