In a world of monotone lectures
And monochrome hallways
Non-pigmented flowers in a black and not-so-white garden
Coordinated and classificated in gray.
Spread like warm butter over processed un-whole wheat bread
Don't think I don't know what you lost
In the back of your brother's 1969 cadillac convertible
Or what you gained, shall I say
When you found those ways to get wasted
In your waterlogged basement.
Hold down my head
And begin my transparent march through this
Chipped tile on gray walls
I'll just stare at my tearstained, worn converse shoes
You all know what I've done
So I'll forfeit my colors
And try to be one of you.
This one isn't as good. But hey. Wrote it at school.