listening to that song on itunes
it really gets the creative juices going.
you know?
i wrote this five minutes ago,
on a whim, thinking about some kids i know.
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I don't drink.
I don't smoke.
I don't do drugs.
I get good grades.
And this makes me uncool
how, exactly?
I won't be the homeless girl,
laying on a bench,
using money on alcohol
that could have been for my rent.
I won't be that wheezing old timer
who smells like rancid smoke,
lighting up my twentieth cigarette
the cancer creeping up my throat.
I won't be that kid
who has no where else to go,
who gets booted out of college
for selling illegal dope.
I won't be that cashier
who never gets promoted
working fifty hours a week
that school essay?
I won't have to wish I wrote it.
I may not go to as many parties,
I may not be "cool".
But let these words sink in,
because it's you I'm talking about,
throwing everything away,
you coward, you underacheiver, you druggie,
you fool.