Thirteen

By the pool in seventh grade….
I got chased home today

“All My Loving”
I love the DJ
Beatles make most things ok

Without transistors I’d be lost
I suck blood from my T-Shirt
Will everything work if I come home unstained?
I won’t wash
You explain!

(Chorus) Hey hey I’m gonna get high
Smoking makes me laugh
Peace baby, I won’t cry
I’m far too bright for that

The Conair’s broke
My curls are a mess
School bus honks for me
Our home’s a condo ‘round the corner now
Got movie theaters ‘cross the street

I’ve got a crush on my voice teacher
We’re starting to talk about films
I go out with the new girls in town
Local mothers know I’m not white

Hey hey I’m gonna get high
Smoking makes me laugh
Peace baby, I won’t cry
I’m far too bright for that

Waited outside he was a half hour late
…started looking for that woodshop hash pipe
He threw in a rage
There’s one every few weeks
Yeah, all his brags are lies

No sex! No drugs!
I’m terrified,
He’s sorry
His ego would soon forget

Then I’d be perfect like I’d been before
For family, clients and friends

Hey hey I’m gonna get high
Smoking makes me laugh
Peace baby, I won’t cry
I’m far too bright for that