They are the kids
The ones who haywire
if I could ever verb like that
If a verb could capture that
They are the instigators
the endless travelers lovers and haters
The youth of excitement and elation
They seek short term stimulation
As money comes toward the mouth
social norms that don't bless health
As money is pushed up to mouth
Chewing metal to feel the breeze
Each coin a drop of LSD
These are the kids
who drive their cars till they skid
roads a life a death a playground
An ugly boast so repetitive and uncouth
In the front seat paralyzed youth
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