Smoking Outside The Mall

i miss my friend tim and working at the dream machine. i wish was my life was as much fun as i remember. if anyone knows a little worn down theater still showing clerks 2 let me know. thanks.

 

I quit a couple years ago

But when Tim offers

I can’t say no to that beautiful

Son of a b***h.

With the twitch of a thumb

And a quick blue spark

Time freezes

We talk about old times

Security guards still give us s**t,

But we look cool to little kids

That’s the main concern.

 

It’s about purple shirts

We never wash

Because they only gave us one

And we work every f*****g day.

That first line of powder

Off the rusted key

To the family station wagon.

The dirty southn’ of the Mickey phone

While crucifying little plastic men

With great big smiles

On their oversized yellow heads.

Nickel and diming the company to death

One Kit Kat bar and pack of Skittles

At a time.

It’s about being 16

And knowing you don’t have

To take s**t from anyone.

 

My mouth’s regained the taste

And I can’t enjoy it like before.

We crush our butts on the sidewalk;

Now it’s time to go back to our lives.

But for the few minutes we killed ourselves

That one girl with the big rack

Was still working there

Along with the hope of walking to the backroom

And seeing the piercings in her n*****s.

Reviews

[MachinaWriter]

Raw, it captures the feeling of being a teenager. Uncensored, uncaring, ruthless, yet at the same time conjuring feelings of nostalgia. Good work.