Ghost

Excuse me father
What I’m trying to say
Is that I’m scared
'cause all my friends have been laid
It’s in their eyes and in the things that they do
With their hands
Fastening trousers
Holding their hands tight
Showing their love bites
Where can I hide?
Excuse me mother
What I’m trying to say
Is that I think that all my friends have been laid
I couldn’t hate them but I don’t like the way
That it feels
Moving inside me
Women despise me
Children laugh at me
No
But help me
Don’t squash me
Excuse me father
What I’m trying to say
Is that I’m scared
'cause all my friends have been laid
It’s in their clothes and in the way that they
Brush their hair
Talking behind me
Holding my glances
Mincing their movements
Slowing their dances