FOX STREET WAS SWEET
When I was a youngstar about 6 or 7 years old, I knew atleast three magic charm words:
HOCUS-POCUS, ABRACADABRA, AND OPEN SESAME. I was a magician!
Oh my GOD. It's my word have you heard? I was all over shining and done from begun
To fun. Ready to try out the day. Funny note: I hardly ever closed the bathroom door
When I was occupying it. Of course I had a toilet to run. From. I'd leave the door open gun it
And run. Brave with all things except one.
But if you ever dared ME ... I was bad. I could have been killed, but I loved the thrill.
There were countless "I dare you to climb here or there " or" I dare you this or that".
"You think you bad "was often my word of the day and "you make me sick" Boy, I did it
All. I had a ball. On occasions I threw processed sandwich meat out of the window to the hungry Dogs in the backyard. DAMN I WENT HARD.
I ate butter by itself , half a stick on a regular. Raw Frank's were a delicacy to me. I had a hunger my family knew nothing about. I was having fun being all I could be.
I felt the wind at my heels when my new pair of red PRO-KEDS helped me fly. I was sure to come alive talking all that jive surrounded by my friends. We would talk and curse a mile a minute. I owned every F WORD from the corner store to Gibraltar. Any situation, it's my word, I was in it. We were careful not to be caught cursing by accusing grown-Ups. Didn't want anY Unsolicited advice. None of "you'd better not and definitely didn't want HEAR "I'm telling Your mother." No threatening diatribe from the grown-Ups.
When boredom set in -- Now who wants to play? RED LIGHT GREEN LIGHT, FOLLOW THE LEADER, RUN CATCH AND KISS. I was mostly an honest kid until I concluded that honesty
Was not a fashion. I was running all grunge and frumpy, a little bleeding band aides scars
And raggedy baseball cards.
Even when I was wrong., I was right. Constantly ready for the fight. You know I took
Pleasure when I watched the grown-Ups squirm. I was sure they didn't care for me much
At all. DAMN FOX STREET WAS SWEET. I HAD A BALL.
ABRACADABRA HOCUS-POCUS. OPEN SESAME
I'm out the. Door. Runnin' with my new red PRO-KEDS.
P.S --oh yes I forgot to mention stepies on my brand new Pro-KEDS it was the rite of
Passage for all new sneaker wearers out of envy and jealousy.