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American Vandalism
My American Graffiti
lacked a soph hop
a burger shack
shiny cars
or sense of belonging
ninety sixish,
I'm thinking Wu Tang and dust blunts
psych wards runaways and outcasts.
Hadn't yet discovered art
and the closest to communion
we felt
was when Ms.Molly
good golly'd us up on
electric tribal chant
"down the way"
was our rite of passage
until beat up and robbed
we became nearly adult initiated
into family values
and at last
got high with the elders
no quarterbacks
cliques, malls or "in crowds"
and no one's sold on normal no how
but
meaning and morality
could have at least left
a call back number.
lacked a soph hop
a burger shack
shiny cars
or sense of belonging
ninety sixish,
I'm thinking Wu Tang and dust blunts
psych wards runaways and outcasts.
Hadn't yet discovered art
and the closest to communion
we felt
was when Ms.Molly
good golly'd us up on
electric tribal chant
"down the way"
was our rite of passage
until beat up and robbed
we became nearly adult initiated
into family values
and at last
got high with the elders
no quarterbacks
cliques, malls or "in crowds"
and no one's sold on normal no how
but
meaning and morality
could have at least left
a call back number.
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