No future - an attempt at a golden shovel

No future

Golden shovel poem: inspired by we real cool by Gwendolyn Brooks

We always steal, We 

be Crude. We don’t feel Real,

We Caged Cool.

We know no peace. We

save trees, but can’t breathe, Left

No youth, Left smoged School

We wurk. We

Hide from our classmate.We hear him Lurk

We too Late.

We know our fate. We 

go out with a bang. We Strike 

With tooth and fang, but we always shoot Straight.

We surrender our spring. We

hear the angels Sing 

We revel in the din. We die for your Sin.

We always put up a fight. We 

Stand for whats right. Thin 

Skin, we drink polluted Gin.

We move too fast. We 

Live like Jazz.

Too soon, we wake in June 

Something is awry. We 

Ended our tune. We destined to Die. 

20 came too Soon.

*Funny story, i won a small sum of money for this poem in my college paper. out of the three entries i had to submit, i hated this one the most. that always how it goes though huh.