Adolescent Songs from the Sidewalk

Glen Armstrong

They’ve just seen Jaws
         for the very first time.

They provoke in the manner of plastic
        dog doo

        then look away
        tearing up, fearing

        they’ve gone too far.
        Pity them.

They’ve had too many crepes
        and too much Red Bull.

It’s midday and the anarchy they dream
        of can’t take hold.

They can’t get their heads around
        the idea of a full-bodied
        but affordable
        after-dinner wine.

        Their little grey planet
        doles itself out in txt
        and steep monthly payments.

Unlike you and me, they never had to survive
        a nightmare world populated
        by damn, dirty apes.

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