To Own the World

Orange crush
Bleachers on a sunny day
Standing underneath
Hiding in the shade
Woke up there
After an all nighter
Party at the field
Smoking crack
And huffing nitrous
What a scream
Old Skinny Scrappy 
Brought a guitar
And we sang and sang
Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Bob Seeger
It seems we sang all the Bobs
But who would ever know
Mixed up in drinks and smoke
We might have sang Ramblin’ Rose
Now the sun filters through the bleachers
Our lives are littered with fear
We are like vampires and must 
Get the hell out of here
For we are creatures of the night
The people you never see
We make the news every now and then
But for the most part we are free
We mean no harm and deliver no malice
Just let us live apart
From your BMW’s and soccer moms 
And Sunday Bible School
We ain’t the loving kind
We are the partying kind
No future is so clear
So I leave you now with just one thought
And let me be loud and clear
We will always be here so give us our space
And we will let you to pretend to own the world.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Anglesey Avatar
October 17, 2013 at 9:54 PM
Your stories have so many twists and turns. This is a good one pointing out judgments, differences and how difficult it seems to live. Good one :)
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