Real old school

When you're out...

and about to arrive...

with no idea...

there's always...

the tasteful classic...

place to go...

if one hasn't a clue...

back to old school...

if it's not passe...

to think so...

is it just me...

this sounding brass...

of every ass...

unwinding here today...

has the pooch been...

screwed...

buried some where...

in this...

psychoramic fuckaroo...

is it crass of me...

to criticize...

in this home...

of the fee...

in this land of...

the lookee...

lookee...

look at me...

I was horned here...

so...

hey...

brothers and sisters...

what happened with...

keep'n it real...

did it die too...

of a rush...

to acquiesce...

to this land...

of the tool...

I really want to know...

what happened...

to the so and so's...

that used to be...

our son's and daughter's...

are  you so cloned...

so badly stoned...

or soulless...

you forgot to call...

don't tell me...

you haven't time...

in a busy world...

you cross the line...

to sext some slime...

you never knew...

ten times an hour...

so chew your gum...

and scratch your nuts...

and keep your cool...

impressing who...

as you drive...

the blinding line...

of the fast lane...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Photo: Old one room school house, along 110 in Indiana county