an essay on friday nite

i was sid vicious of the suburbs

but kind to all that i hated too

it was a goofy age of rage

skateboards & clove cigarettes

because there i stood 

as a pose without knowing

how to play my instrument

but what would it were

i could give two fucks

it was friday nite

the air of mystery

& me such a dumbshit!  

a role i was born to

it was just as well too

it all turned on a dime

me in pose with a snarl 

on my lips for all to see

if only i could keep from laughing 

my ass off 

in all its absurdity!