They walk in

with pseudo sensibly

just jeans and t-shirt

nobility

their hands are clean

but their mouths are frothy

I smell

Jack Daniels and day old coffee

 

They wander

Lightheaded

all sweats and tie dye 

frosted Rastafarians

from the right side of the tracks

surrounded by young blood 

Begging for just a little bit of dope

I smell chocolate and Holland's hope

 

They panic

Dreading 

All pocket protectors and paper clips

Swaddled in flannel 

you'd think they knew it all 

I smell is tears and adderall