On Lunch

I remember mom, being pissed

when she came to pick me up at the Save-a-mart,

saying:

"those 'friends,' of yours including those girls

you got caught with? Are trouble. Idlers... under achievers.

I mean, you know that this is bad behavior!

I don't know why you're out here, clucking with chickens...when

you could be soaring with eagles, focus on other labours."

-- I was in grade 8.

Fuck! How was I to know she was going to steal a bottle of Pert Plus

and eyeliner?

Man? I just wanted lunch.

I thought we were going to Double Double's

for a pizza slice...

when these girls were like…

"stop here, for a quick sec."

one of them, wanted hair dye.

So, we went in...

A moment later,

some white dude, with brown locks,

in a shitty hockey-hair cut,

tells my so-called-friends to, "stop at the door,"

and "wait there."

2 of them bailed...

I should have fucking LEFT her there.

Because, I knew, if I got caught doing dumb shit, with these bitches?

Mom would give me the belt, not just 'ground me'

(or put me in stitches).

But I stayed.

Now here we were in the car

(on a very silent ride, back home) from school.

The principal told her…and so did the police.

I was suspended;

for being the fool.

And flying south with these geese.

©️IM... me xo

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