Mr Adams
In 9th grade, Mr. Adams told our class
(with a buckshot in his eyes)
"That one day life will scare the $hit out of you".
Well, we all giggled like little barn owls -
Didn't really know or care about what he was talking about.
What was so scary about living in a half square mile of bliss -
Smoking cheap dope-sharing a root beer float with a trashy little girlfriend.
But nothing lasts forever, and neither would any of this.
On the last day of my senior year, I opened the blast furnace doors of responsibility.
There was a big smirking fireball of instantaneous fear.
Barreling toward the last breath of my whiffle ball youth.
Mr. Adams was right, after all.
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