Only Acquaintances
My friends have been murdered
by porn and computer
games; they won’t play
catch outside anymore,
But they’ll juggle their balls
while grinding their orcs
or elves or whatever the hell
these kids RP as these days.
They’re being raped as we speak,
willfully, smudging an ass
on the screen like it’s a photo-
copier, looking for that perfect
MySpace shot, pleading us
to rim them with comments.
My friends: they’re out smoking pot,
which is fine, but when the pans
start sizzlin’, you should turn
down the heat just a notch.
They’re frying bigger fish, they say,
while I’m out casting my net,
solo, whistling a tune only
the birds understand. The bees
Are calling them: my friends—the girls
and their pregnancy scares; the guys,
still unaware of the use of a condom
Or abstinence: my friends—they’re drinking
every night just to sleep
and think it’s the only true
way to party! 1999 called me
Yesterday; I wanted nostalgia and memories,
but my friends—my God damn friends—
drive drunk down the lane; now
I only see them in the obituaries.
—fllnthblnk
The original submission can be found here.
The truth here is spoken so plainly that it is quite sharp to read. I absolutely love it, especially after considering this college environment. The fact that my roommate is vomiting as I read it makes it even better.
