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No Parents

I got a freeway view
Behind the curtains 
Pianos sound like broken glass
I can see the darkness from the bed
They keep banging away at the door
But I won't let them in
What I am is what I am
They want philosophy

Out by the freeway we drink beer
Under the halogen lights
Watching the trucks roll by
Wishing we could be Bobby McGee
Bandana and all
But we're just kids
Chucked in too deep
No place to sleep.

No parents.
No life.
Just in life too deep.

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Tom Arnone

Date: 7/27/2016 10:00:00 PM

I grok this. Excellent story and word flow -- especially the ending. :-)

Daver Austin

Date: 7/27/2016 9:40:00 AM

This definitely has the reader's attention. Kids growing up like weeds. Good stuff. Hey! To is a preposition, thus, "Just in life too deep." Congrats on the selection. daver

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 8/27/2015 8:38:00 AM

That last line is all too powerful, Stephen....I am always left thinking deeply after reading your work. Enjoyed every word! Always, Laura