A poem inspired by sitting with a class of teenagers

Mix equal parts lust and innocence
agitated by impulse
occasionally salty
rebellion poured on like gravy
sprinkled with idealism
garnish with apathy
half-baked
unready to serve

Requires extended prep time (often ignored)
You will want to shake, beat, or whip this mixture
but that is not advised.

Contents will raise on their own
while you are otherwise engaged
and probably turn out okay despite
your fears/best efforts/negligence.

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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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