The pre-pube found himself at homenHis parents left him all alonenThe pizza boxes of his heartnEmpty before they startnnHe said to me, How can I knownThat he's the child of a ho?nI said It's written all over your facennHe came to classes I visitnAsked What is love?nDo I miss it?nI said Wherever you find itnIt probably already isnnI slipped, he slumpednI bummed a bumpnWe woke up coldnAnd I said. I'm stumpednHe said, Don't thinknI said, Fine, I'll see you tomorrownnClass resumed September 8thnI eyed him up when he came in latenHe passed me a note that readnI'd love to meet you in your own bednnI thought I'm way too old for thisnHe's not 18, don't he get the gist?nI said our ages, they don't fitnnHe said, I am mature for my agenI said, You don't know you cannot gagenYou only know other kids your agennI slipped, he slumpednI bummed a bumpnWe woke up coldnAnd I said. I'm stumpednHe said, Don't thinknI said, Fine, I'll see you tomorrownnHe's in my daughter's cooking classnWearing an apron, slung low on his assnI thought, Wouldn't it be finenFor us to leave and change our minds?nnHe said, I don't know nThat don't sound greatnBut me and pre-pube, nWe found ourselves lovingnAnd coveting the same LordnnLord, Lord, Lord, Lord, news made it nAll the way back homenHubby said, I left the kids alonenI said, How could I love a 12 year-old boy?nnI slipped, he slumpednI bummed a bumpnWe woke up coldnAnd I said. I'm stumpednHe said, Don't thinknI said, Fine, I'll see you tomorrownnI'll see you tomorrownYou little chalkboard of a boynChalkboard as a toynBreak my heart, you boynLeave it on the sidewalknYou fucking boys are all the samenOh, all the same