Eating Twinkies In a Graveyard

To escape structure, I decided to skip school. Talking two fools into going with me. We pooled our lunch money. Buying cherry sodas, twinkies and a pack of Newport cigarettes... We voted to spend our freedom in a graveyard of regret. We told ghost stories and read headstones. Feeling so very lucky to be alive. Chatting about death and our dream girls that would never meet our middle-class eyes. We came upon a ditch at the end of the graveyard. Where they tossed the old wreaths and flowers away, They looked like tropical birds caught in a muddy whirlpool. We tossed the last of the soda cans where the dead birds lay. All of us yellowed and sick from too many cigarettes. The bottoms of our blue jeans splashed with the day. Leaving a million moss eaten stones behind us. We headed for our homes-back into the land of chains...