The house across the street bleeds teen moms. They drink mountain dew and scream at their babies all day. Two of them can't be over the age of 15. I want to pull over my lexus and cry for a minute, but when they open that collective mouth, it's nothing but laughs and jaw drops.
Sitting on my porch is divine when they aren't sitting on theirs. When that door opens and that moutain dew seal cracks, all I hear is the dismal tide of lost adolscence encroaching on my introspection. They open me up to all kinds of hatefull thoughts, things I never expected to even think in my life.
They could be missing teachers of a humanity I was blind to?. . .or just trashy teenage moms with foul mouths and no green thumbs?
Would it hurt y'all to plant a little bush or something?
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