Ode to the American Teenager

Take the plunge.

Rip yourself from the warm water.

Slide, ease yourself out of complacency.

Tear across the empty desert highway.

Find ye your liberation.

 

Tear: tear and claw your way

Out of the box they have made.

Out of the box around your brain.

So that you may put it in another:

A box of your own choosing

 

You are wearing thin your time on Earth.

The only mother who does not

Push too many pills on her children.

You are wearing thin your time to fail.

So you take this moment to run.

 

Running, running, running:

From the word salad-spewing Teacher

Who issues meaningless words

And meaningless meanings

From his guilded pulpit.

 

Running, running, running:

Out of your house, seeking

Seeking rebellion in

The brilliant chemical haze.

In myopic chemical Love:

The transcendental elation of

The body and the brain.

 

Running, running, running:

To a place called Home.

Home,

The ultimate destination,

Wanting or Unwanting,

Consciously or Unconciously,

Will be settled into.

In the mind.

Around the body.

 

Vaccinate yourself against "common sense".

 

Learn: learn that there is no scientist

Gazing through his microscope 

Observing our progress

On our human petri dish.

 

Learn: learn about the greed.

Learn about the power.

Learn about the children

Starving hour by hour.

Learn about the businessman-politician

Dining well inside his tower.

 

Scream: scream to the world

Like the singing strings

Of Gilmour and Hendrix.

 

Rage: rage like Rotten

Rage like de la Rocha.

 

Rage like...

Like...

Alike.

 

How common is a story such as this?

Via nonconformity

The establishment of concrete identity?

No matter how true your truths,

What, now, is so original, so different, so special

About you?