CLIQUE  CLIQUE BOOM...

Most wore their label proud,
like hearts upon their sleeves.
Wisdom,wit,or strength,
stick with your disease.
They'd congregate in circles,
and eye each others crowd.
A lot of dick comparing.
A lot of noisy mouths.
The druggies vs the jocks,
gangsta vs the skaters.
Hipsters vs the Goth,
Geeks against the haters.
Learning from mom and dad,
and"reality"T.V.
Condescending,comments.
No athletic score keeping.
Who has the better job?
Who has the better car?
Impressionable are they,
kept under the radar.
After all the hallway brawls,
and exchange of hateful names.
What they all had in common,
was being killed that day.
Coddled,and conditioned to think,
that high school's all there is.
Why are we,every time,so shocked,

when the murderer's our kids?