melted

that girl who doesn't like that other girl

the freshmen on my bus talk trash
about a girl that they were all friends with
she's suddenly the subject of the conversation
substance unknown, solely slamming her name
reputation, a shame if you have one, good or bad
they'll take the blame and smear it all over your
shoelaces tied tighter, you wind up
a fist in the air, what's the rate at which it travels?

the sophomores in my chem class talk trash
about the boy that they all listen to
he's constantly the subject of every reaction
chemical and emotional, the sole hand up in the air
questions, answers, a shame if you've got them
they'll take their fate and slash it into your
veins pulsing louder, you drown out
a response unheard, does it make a sound?

the juniors in my spanish class talk trash
about the teacher that they chose to respect
she explains every subject two times over for them
present, preterite, solamente palabras desconocidas
blitzkrieg, the wrong language, terror all the same
they'll take the names and slam them into their
textbooks forgotten, you put down
a pen unwriting, is it still mightier than the sword?

the seniors in my band talk trash
about the people that double as themselves
with every subjective opinion they tear apart
harmonic, melodic, the soles of their feet
tapping along, a rhythm in 6/8, counting sure
they'll take their shame and drum it into your
head still spinning, next year approaches with
a future in the air, will it be caught?

thank you for 11k.