Faces of the new in illegitimate setups,
Glisten in the sun.
Fresh sweat drips.
Finesse curls into pungent humor.
A grimace fades in on the faces of belittled convicts.
Benches of the now lay rusted on grass,
As the picnickers run astray looking for elevated rest.
Mean boys bully their cousins.
It’s a lesson in life. The lonely life.
Give a lecture that’s true.
Hold on to anger. For the who.
Breathe the dust. Taste.
Suffocate. Overcome. Repeat.