Michael Kahn

Looking In

You grew up in a gingerbread house

Big green lawn white picket fence

You found out fast no one owed you nothing

And nothing seemed to make much sense

 

 Books didn’t grab you

You didn’t like sports

No one wanted to be your friend

Your teacher dis’d you with no remorse

You’re standing on the back porch

Looking in

 

Your grew up fast you grew up hard

You knew it all at age fifteen

You hated the people who drove too slow

You hated people that you’d never seen

 

The jocks ignored you

Girls deplored you

The coach had not a word to say

The geeks said you were just too scary

Someone

Is gonna have to pay

 

You knew how to shoot

Your dad had guns

You had a plan to make them see

To let you be free

 

Three days later and the deed is done

The classroom floors are running red

Bodies stacked up in the hallway

The official count is 20 dead

 

The cops said next time we’ll do better

The mayor gave a speech and said “never again”

There’s a crowd of parents at the city morgue

They’re standing at the front door

Looking in

 

They’re looking in