There is no Such Thing as a Geek
I'm a sixteen-year-old Boston male.
Forget whether I'm rich or poor.
A geek is a nerd.
Everything is all equal,
though I have my likes and dislikes.
Like school's not that interesting,
but I do it.
Understand?
My forty-year-old father
is beautiful.
Because he looks twenty.
My younger brother is going to be like me.
Ha ha ha ha.
I turn my music up too loud.
That bothers my mother.
I want to try breakdancing.
Then she's ready to scream,
hearing that one.
My brother and I splash each other
at the pool.
Someday we'll decide
who's Ahab and who's Moby.
Ha ha ha ha.
I like cool blue sneakers.
Understand?
They're neat and sharp.
Like the way I should be.
Yes, school teaches me something.
I want to wear my pants baggy.
No, my father will yell.
I told him I need my clown look.
"No, I'll thrown them out," he says.
My brother tells me
to put a drink in my hand
and wait for eighteen
because I need to forget my troubles.
I answer "no,"
because, then, I'll miss all the fun.

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