Witness Post: What a Waste, Bro
He was amazing: charming enough, smart enough, clever enough that
Girls at first were OK with his misogynistic ways.
He was abhorrent:
trash-talking too much, belittling too much, condescending too much so that
Girls wouldn’t hook up with him.
He was attractive: good looking, quick witted, fast responding
Guys cautiously wanted to be close with him, but
He was dangerous.
Many classmates have tried being his friend and later rejected the idea
The friendship was a rescue
Motivated to prevent him from shooting off his mouth
And shooting up his syringe and
He’s too far gone now:
desperately seeking flaws, cracks in the argument, death to positivity.
Yet he does not accept his teetering status
Sitting on the brink of survival
Will he be another statistic of high school burnout?
No one seems to know….
And the rapper says:
Come on, Bro.
Stop shoveling the shit down your throat
Put away the opiates, put on your coat
Avert the crash. The daily stash.
Your diet’s nothing but trash.
Look at the dials on your dash and all.
Your use of drugs is so irrational.
The chemical is so polemical
No more PBR kegs.
Your mom is on her knees and begs
‘My son’s brain is a basket of eggs’
Cracked and oozing out of the porous container
The white jacket is a restrainer!
He’s a math problem with no remainder.
Blunt and dull
What a Waste, Bro!
The source of this poem is a summary of notes and pencil drawing (basket of cracked eggs) left anonymously near a teacher’s desk in a classroom at a high school on December 7, 2018.
Image reference: https://janaburson.wordpress.com/2015/07/26/the-benzo-conversation/