There was a boy, not really a boy anymore,
who's name I won't be telling you,
that was riding his bike to meet his friend
and meet his friend he did.
They weren't sure what to do
so they smoked a cigarette to think
then this boy said they should grab some snacks
so grab some snacks they did
from a grocery store just down the street
then while they sat to eat their snacks,
and also drink their honarary grape soda,
the boy asked what they should do next
and they pondered it for a while.
The next thing the boy knew
he was packing their snacks in a cart
and taking it to a back parking lot
where they smoked another cigarette to think.
After their cigarettes, they took their snacks
and pushed their cart into a creek nearby
then threw their grape soda in the air
watching it come down to an exploding stop.
They then started riding around
going nowhere in particular really,
when they saw a fence with breakable posts
and they looked at each other with the same expressions
knowing what they would do.
They started at each end of the fence
and broke each post individually
untile they came to the last one
which the boy eagerly broke in two.
They rode further into the park area
and found a pick-up that belonged to the park district
and this boy did the first thing that came to mind.
He ran to the nearby creek,
leaving his friend to wonder what he was doing,
and he grabbed two rocks, each the size of his hand.
His friend understood what was going down
and a big smirk appeared on his face
as he got the bikes positioned to ride away quick.
Then the boy took the bigger rock out of the two
and he threw it as hard as he could
right at the passenger window
of the park district's pick-up.
Then him and his friend hopped on their bikes
and took off as fast as they could
leaving absolutely no trace behind.
Then they had a celebratory cigarette
but also thought of what to do next.
As it was ten at night and dark outside
they decided they would get on top of a nearby church.
So they climbed up the side of the wall
using a gutter to support themselves,
but also the boy was helped up by his friend,
and they ran around shouting
and also graffitied upside down crosses all over.
After they got bored with that
they began something known as car hopping
where they could check cars on the side of streets
and also in driveways to see if they were open
and if they were they would look fro things,
money, valuables, anything they could find.
This was not the boy's favorite idea
but he went along with it hoping to get some money
for, you see, the boy was broke
and had no way of getting money
and parents that wouldnt spare him a dime.
But the search gave no success
and the boy went home,
back to his parents whom he hated
so he could blast music the rest of the night
but not once did he shed a tear or show emotion
because the worthless, piece of shit, good-for-nothing punk...
brought it all upon himself, it's all his fault.
