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A big group of us walk out of school
and up a long path that leads us up
a slight hill and at the top of the stairs
there are some metal hand railings
which we lean against as we smoke cheap
cigarettes…
We are young ignorant Kings and Queens
(some have more queen in them than meets the eye
and some more devil) we look down upon the school
from where we stand it looks like kind of prison
a church a building with educational authority
some of us have very little lunch money so we
share the cigarettes. we wait for firsts and seconds.
which means we wait for someone to pass us
a few tiny pathetic dirty grit tasting few draws
which does nothing for us but we smoke them all the same
ignorant little kings and queens breathing out
a dragons exhale and care nothing for the
long term health bill
we joke about. pass words. act ridiculous
make stupid voices faces gestures.
someone begins to roll a joint.
we all crowd around. cattle. road kill.
we decide to move on down toward the shops.
we buy a roll and potatoe scone with melted cheese.
(what kind of lunch is that. no lunch at all.)
we pass the joint about. we get bleary eyed.
look drunk. the teachers never notice. they
do not care to notice. some do. some say nothing.
kids stoned of out their box at such a young age?
well I never they must think.
and who would have thought who would have known?
the school would have shut down perhaps
had they truly known or accepted the amount
of weed travelling through its holy corridors.
and we all walk about. aimless.
working in a little microcosm
of the world. oblivous. making all sorts
of mistakes that we will discover only
later in life perhaps.
a mind needs a beat of
time to assimilate itself and even then
it might be too late for some for him for her
for you there.
all bored and cardboard with life.
spoiled little brats. knowing no better.
walking up the hill. down the hill.
into it.
time for class.
stoned out of our minds
conrete all through the spirit
(ah to be young and foolish)
the cycle continues
for others now I’m sure
standing on that hill
looking down
smoking
acting oblivous to the world
what fools you have made us
we look for the easy we out!
we search for the escape clause
we look for someone else to blame
we didn’t want responsibility
and little did we know
it was the only thing we needed
to assert ourselves
strong and independent
as shrug at the world
we have no clue
that we break our own
damn shoulders
we might as well
have knocked our
brillant intelligent heads
against a brick wall.