With the Kids
Another boring lost night.
Sipping on warm beers outside the local store.
Trying to stay outta the cops sight.
Cars gather stereos blasting in the
parking lot.
Local kids gather telling stories
and smoking pot.
Susan and Billy just got back
togather.
Jacks drunk again.
Lookin for a fight with a mind of a child
and skin of leather.
The town tramp and the football team.
There studs and she's a ****.
Its a flaw in society it does seem.
broken bottles and the butt of a
cigarette.
We were all there sometime.
First loves are the hardest to forget.
Drinking beers outta plastic red cups talkin
bout gettin out of this place.
Best friends always forget to touch base.
Looking for something togather in the backseat.
Voices fill the air.
In parking lots across the country kids meet.
Allison wants to be perfect so she starves herself
for days.
Cindy cant stand this life.
So with a razor she plays.
Tommy tries to ignor what others say.
Idiot's mix well with ignorance.
He just got beaten half to death for being
gay.
His lifes so perfect yet he overdoses
Farewell to the pain he bid's
Makes you question.
What besides angst is with the
kids
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
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