Saturday, April 4, 2015

Foosball Riot -- NaPoWriMo 2015 Poem #1

The weird kid is
 not popular
 not cool
 not a thing at all in the eyes of the popular and the cool
But he plays a mean game of foosball.
He sees the holes you don’t
He shoots with uncanny precision
He scores before you even notice
He wins.

Riot in the cafeteria
Fake food flying in the air
Tables overturned, chairs thrown
Hair pulled, punches thrown
The faculty can’t handle it
They call in the cops.

The chaos spreads into the streets
Dumpsters on fire, flaming trash thrown
Cars turned on their sides and rolled over
Whole cases of empty beer bottles thrown
At riot cops firing tear gas back

It’s all over the news all night
These cute white kids all throwing a collective tizzy
 so cute, so charming
 this lily-white riot
 they’re only having fun
Being dragged off to jail drunk and
 foaming at the mouth
 screaming at the cops
 smashing news cameras
 beating up reporters
 looking like utter fools
Broadcast on live television to the whole world

 And the whole world’s watching

All because the weird kid
Played a mean game of foosball.

Copyright © 2015 Dennis Jernberg. Some rights reserved.
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