Oh sweet days
of laziness and passive trivialities
hard bodies and flabby minds
rumpled midriffs and indecently exposed behinds
how I shall miss thee.
What lies ahead
the rigor of schedule and ceremony
the tedium of uniform and proper etiquette
and balanced, low-fat, low-carb dietary restrictions
shall enbalm me in misery.
Must I petition
the heavenly father for an extension
of balmy days, the soft wind’s caress and sway
barbecues, open-toed shoes, songs with no intention
with my own wishes to please?
Or pray dutifully
for tolerance of grime and muck
the blow and the suck
the shallow avarice and overblown gossip
and perseverence to weather the semester
Tis the struggle of the American teen,
given an age of bacchanalian splendor
before an eternity of bureaucratic conformity.
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