It Only Gets Better From Here

Stuffing kids in cold metal lockers like sweaters in a box The monarch of this corrupt kingdom called grade school A Letterman jacket that radiates pulses of immense trepidation and reeks the stench of insensitivity and misguidance His life wrapped around the 100 yards of green and pig skin He constricts the lives of others to feed his own sense of insecurity He cracks jokes in class to cover his own stupidity He hardly knows it but this it the beginning of his end He returns home to mountains of pale powdery cocaine, wrinkly old Ziploc bags or potent green bud and canisters of happy pills He burns his life away at the back of a blunt leaving his future to burn away with the ashes in the wind He need not worry about his future for the monarch in the corrupt confines of education never gets brought down right? Khaki short-shorts, old torn running shoes and ruffled hair Black and blue stained skin surround his thick framed glasses He runs through the gauntlet of hallways while holding mountains of paper and ink Beat to an unrelenting pulp everyday; his future shines brighter as he gets closer to the end of the tunnels He silently bites his tongue and wishes the pain away He needs to worry about his life for those who get beat up by mindless flesh bags never strive and prosper right? 20 years pass and those short-shorts and ruffled hair grow to be clean cut waves of cashmere and suede He reaches across the counter to grab his coffee from the Letterman jacket that has turned into a hung up worn apron, a bottom feeder to the capitalistic confounds of society