My Old School

(for my high school friends, Bruce, Diann, Joan and Thistle)

I’m never going back to my old school

it got torn down to make room for the future

the clock tower ran out of time

they tore down the flag pole, traitors

they knocked down the gym where it was

torture climbing the rope up to the ceiling

well, I’ll give them that one!

they put up freaking tennis courts

where we lit up the town

with the homecoming bonfire

they leveled the art room

new flash: they leveled the journalism room

 

they got no class at all

all those times I got expelled for nothing

 

they tore down my past

I’m never going back to my old school