I worry about the local youth,
During the day they slack off on
classwork
Sleeping and other obnoxious events fill
their brains like bubbling tar.
I worry about the local youth,
While driving back home from that
well-
renowned party,
their brains hazy from stolen sips of
parents wine cellars,
Their car crashes into the lake,
headline news,
tragic remembrance.
Yes,
I worry about the local youth,
I sincerely hope that they learn how
fragile life really is
