Seventeen

He’s seventeen, he’s like a machine
He’s of steel, he’s a cog in the wheel
A spine so steep, he’d never weep
But you could buy him pretty cheap
Didn’t fit in school, a stupid rule
Made him a fool but bragging bold
What he’s been told, that’s his gold
A perfect master’s tool
Dignity is astray if you can pay
He would even gladly
Go the easy way out
Line of least resistance
He’s the king of cash
He’s a gold digger soldier
Unknowingness are hurting less
Won’t be a mess, affordability and getting things for free
Is of importance to be fed on champagne and
Get it directly in the vein
He’s a puppet in a show
Just an undertow
But he doesn’t know