Teens Of The Age Poem by Charles Karia

When a weak teen finally awakens,
To the wild age of boiling blood lusts,
The whole world turns a dark hue,
And through a lens sees everything blue.
Parents are idiots who can't bellydance,
Untutored in great ecstasies of romance.
How do we tell him it's but a season?
When a weak soul discovers science,
And marvels of electricity and medicine,
Deceived, faith is suddenly a superstition.
Since it doesn't follow the rules golden,
Of the newly found practical goddess.
Though the new religion has great gaps.
And can't figure where we all came from,
Its cool for the all knowing excited worm,
It's complicated formulas and machines,
Are more than enough to satisfy his thirsts,
The eternal faith of Adam and Eve's origins,
And the glorious King's death on the cross,
Are seen being more fictitious as Dracula,
Since they have no clear universal formula.
To be used as undeniable empirical proof,
How crafty is the chap with horns and hoof?