middle-class parents sometimes look at
my friends and me, and they shudder,
shiver in fear. our sharpie'd converse, our
skinny jeans. black band shirts and
rainbow hair. and these people, they
turn up their noses. you see, they have forgotten
what it's like to dream of never-never land.
they call us fools; we call them lonely.
and so these silly grown-ups, they think
we are the ones they should be afraid of.
(i think they must close their eyes when they look in the mirror.)