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 A young man slouched in his chair...


The first period bell rang, he wished he didn't have to be there

Over the P.A., his principal sang a good morning to his nightmare

As the girl in front of him, shuffled through her bag for her compact mirror

Young in mind, and doing time through the public school system

Criticized for not being hypnotized, his teachers would diss him

A worksheet had found him, that had traveled from the front

Questioning his future, he read the bold headed font, it said....

After you graduate, what do you want.....

To do with you life?

A fancy car, a career, a trophy wife?


He paused and thought...

And then with a grin....

He put down his pencil and picked up his pen

Because he knew he could write with out making mistakes

And that, he could use this as an excuse when his teacher

Would demand that he rewrite after he erased

And so he wrote and scribbled his rebellious note

That would get him detention, before his parents wringed  his throat


And when he finished, the class came to an end

He picked up his books, and began to descend

Passed the teachers desk and to the front door

As sneakers and sandals scuffed up the well polished floor  

He handed in his paper getting ready for the attack

And that's when his teacher stopped him and asked....

And he replied, to be as far away from here as possible

And never come back.

Through the eyes of nonconformity, his soul wanted to drown

He had a deformity that needed to escape this town

And the rest of the crowd, that would just shoot off their mouths

At football games, barbecues, drunken parking lot boxing bouts

Blue collar slobs, and shitting sports bars

Two dollar hand jobs from grade C strippers, treated like rock stars

Debt collectors and authority figure child molesters

Preying on the weak and failed methamphetamine inventors

Hanging with guys clearly older than he was

Slinging burgers and fries, and smoking weed at the back of the bus

There was no need to discuss, in what this boy wanted

Dead hero's and low life zeros is what this town flaunted

So, the moral of this story is that there is so much more....

Than settling for a shitty pay check, and another jaunt to the liquor store....




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