FOX STREET WAS SWEET

When I was a youngster of about 6 or 7 years old I knew At least 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 Shinning and done from begun to fun. Ready to try out The day. Funny note: I would hardly ever close the bathroom door When I occupied it. Of course I had a toilet to run from. I'd leave the door wide 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 challenges. "I dare you to climb." Or to do this Or that. "You think you bad." Was My word of the day. My mantras Was occasionally used against me And of course "You make me sick!" Never went out of style. Boy, I did It all. I had a ball. When struck with opportunity I threw Processed sandwich meat out of the Window to the hungry dogs in the Backyard. Damn, I went hard! I Used half a pack for the dogs just to Hear them challenge each other. I ate butter by itself half a stick On the regular. Raw franks were a Delicacy. My taste buds and I were In lingual agreement. 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 red pro-keds helped me fly. I Came alive talking all that jive Surrounded by my friends. We Would talk and curse a mile a minute I used 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 adults. We didn't want any Unsolicited advice. None of "You better not." And definitely didn't Want to hear, "I'm telling your mother." When boredom sets 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 in fashion. I was Running all grunge and frumpy. A Little bleeding, band aides, scars And baseball cards. Even when I was Wrong I was still 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 very much, at all. Damn! Fox Street was sweet! I had a ball. Abracadabra, Hocus-pocus Open sesame! I'm out the door running with my New red pro-keds I Went TURBO!