New School – An Original Poem
as hopelessness closes in,
tending my soul to no end,
it's voice coming from foreigners
all speaking the same tongue
and me the stranger,
just the one.
this hillbilly jail,
with bars forged in miles
and a callous warden
imposing solitude,
if not bribed with gasoline
and an invitation.
but why?
I know nothing of hunting,
outhouses and Skoal.
Can he really be
just like me?
freaks, drunks and suicidal punks.
Normalcy invades this infernal farm
blasting that grungy aural charm.
I enter the van, it's my new home,
I'm no longer in this all alone.
like it. btw: I work in school. :)
Thank You
I bet you have some interesting stories that you could post :)
I do have but I it's better for me not to think about school when I'm outside of work