Angs-Teen
We were chain smokers
without the cigarettes,
the fucked generation,
top hats for change,
nickels and dimes,
pennies and progressivism.
Life felt like shackles and chains,
the kind the get tighter
each time a muscle tenses.
Sweet resistance.
We were prisoners
of the "system"
too mentally handicapped
and occupied
to solve problems with our own theories.
We were recycled philosophers
and cheap cold coffee quotes.
The kind the stick to the back of your throat
like the mucousy gook on a sick day,
but I guess they were all sick days.
Adolescence, in a way,
felt like a 6 year flu.
Each cry, cough, scream,
the pain would just get worse.