Adolescent Allegory

We are just a fumble, Beer can opened outside sounds like an echo, The snapping of a guitar string. Clumsy hands drop the knife and fork, Clumsy eyes drop their gaze a little lower, Keep going. We are just a crumble In the mass of the earth's earth, Living a life of solemnity and false honesty, Dreary Broken Sideways. Waiting for the birthday that would give you some Dictatorship, Or maybe just a higher ranking on the self-absorption totem. Waiting for the first day of school, To flaunt your poverty, To enjoy the false means of decapitation-principality-unconstitutional-toomuchmorality. Hasty leader of a high school burdened with Amphetamines like sidewalk chalk and a Twisted sense of guidelines. Dance to the beat of his drum. Dance in the streets to my hum.