A concept is the box
around a preposition of what’s true;
A shoe, A cat. Even a trumpet,
(which you’ve never seen),
Can be believed because I say its so,
and believing this is easy,
when you’re only two.

But 15 is a dangerous age,
I say, it’s time to have the ‘talk’;
How boys are worse than cigarettes
and never what they seem.
You nod and lie to make me go,
while truth itself goes tumbling
And settles in the box

Brian Rutherford

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