Thirteen

thirteen
walking and i'm walking
and i'm stomping the street
trying to penetrate the asphalt
with my feet
oh, know
getting so old
when you're living in a town
where all the stars are brown
getting so old
won't one van stop for me?
they drive past dodging in doge rams
as i throw rocks and words
"your youth won't last!
no, it won't last!"
i am thirteen in a city o pederasts
far too old for their dark sunglasses
and their mustaches
though they might consider me
at the end of a long, desperate day
still i wish i was half my age