Skin Of A Teen Poem by poor lil copycat

These iPods, Walkmans, and MP3's,
Technology, the stuff of teens;

What they find so great in wires,
And in earphones, I found quite dire

This thing called music that they heard
Made them sing more than a songbird;

R&B, soft rock, and pop,
I wondered of these what they thought,

Until I tried them out myself
As did my friends and everyone else

And now I think of no other thing,
Except for my Nano and what to sing;

I never noticed it till now-
I can't believe I was such a cow!

For I really don't want to be mean
But I think I've grown the skin of a teen...