Where are you Allen Ginsberg?
I only need a moment of your time
and a piece of your mind
Im just wondering
if school was a drag for you too
I dont mean Columbia
but the years before it
High school as its called
Nothing about it gets me high but the drugs I came across in it
through it
What were your best subjects?
Did you have a poetry class
(doubtful)
I do
And its the only one worth going to
School is making me feel
stupid and wrong
Help me Allen
Tell me its a poet thing
To be connected in some way
Tell me its not just me
Did it mean anything to you?
Does it now?
I find solitude
and relief
in books
and marijuana
Confession through writing
And a stubborn, rebelious
attitude and mine
behind all doors
In ten years I cant see myself anywhere
Dying young seems like a certainty
Did you feel like this?
Allen I dont think I'll live to be your age
Im getting scared
with each tick of the clock
And I eat too much
I dont belong to any clubs
Im awful at sports
And I cant run fast
I choke on smoke
billowing from the cigarette always hanging out of my mouth
I feel sick
all the time
What should I do?
My mind is tired with worry

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