Spoiler
Just a little insight on what this is about-
I saw a younger boy near the football fields. A couple dropout teens were gathered round, smoking and drinking. On my way to the track, I saw them come at the boy and tease him. I stopped, watched as they hit him. He cried, and I screamed, but there was no point...he was knocked cold. Sad to say, but a lot of guys I run into are these same kinds of jerks. The message: fight against dropouts, drinking, and violence. Stand up.
I saw a younger boy near the football fields. A couple dropout teens were gathered round, smoking and drinking. On my way to the track, I saw them come at the boy and tease him. I stopped, watched as they hit him. He cried, and I screamed, but there was no point...he was knocked cold. Sad to say, but a lot of guys I run into are these same kinds of jerks. The message: fight against dropouts, drinking, and violence. Stand up.
The boys on the field,
The crowds all here;
Hot dogs and nachos.
They win, we cheer.
My cap against
The chain-link fence,
My eyes glued
To tight offense.
Then dust clears,
My mind does too;
The place is not
What I once knew.
Ex-quarterback stands,
His gang lookin’ tough.
They’re painted in smoke,
Feel like bein’ rough.
My pleads are mute,
Their ears are drunk
And he’s lovin’ the game
And callin’ me “punk.”
The crowds all cheer -
Wait, they aren’t here
But the sounds are ringing
In my good ear.
The other’s bloody
And stinging bad;
They’re hunting dogs
All crazy, mad.
They press me up
‘Gainst the chain-link fence,
And the last thing I see
Is ex-offense.
