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A boy out of school
for a long summer vacation
is bored as all hell
with high expectations

he sees her:
his mom

his mother is there
and is exceptionally annoyed
with the constant presence
of her own little boy

she tells him:
"Go for a walk...learn something"

he walks on
he walks into a graveyard

and the air was stone cold
as a graveyard's usually is
and he stopped and made sure
the stone wasn't his

he sees her:
a nun

bible in hand
with black and white apparel
she has lived a long life
and yet a life that is sterile

she tells him:
"It's a small world when you put it in a cemetery"

he walks on
he walks into a country club

the wine so expensive
the grass is so green
off the walls bounce the echoes
of what nobody means

he sees him:
a slum-dog

with hate in his eyes
and drugs in his blood
for his entire life
he has been treated like mood

he tells him:
"sometimes the truth isn't enough"

he walks on
he walks upon a fashion show

and the mood was soft
and the music mellow
the women were beautiful
the clothes were yellow

he sees him:
the drunken hobo

alcohol from his eyeballs
like blood from a cut
with a nose like a tomato
and an awful beer gut

he tells him:
"It's not what goes into your mouth that is evil...it's what comes out"

he walks on
back home

his mother asks him what he has learned
she wants only truth and not lies
the boy ponders the thought and says
not everyone live but everyone dies

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  • Wow - I really liked this. The concept is stunning, the expression, while simple, gets the message across with a feeling of innocence. The narrative story-type feel of it really got me.

    If I make one small suggestion, in the 13th stanza down, I think you meant 'mud' rather than 'mood'?

    There were some great lines in this, but my favorite had to be:

    "off the walls bounce the echoes
    of what nobody means"

    No doubt about it, I'll be looking at more of your stuff. Good write.