Had a problem with a good looking popular black kid
It appeared there would be a fight.
Another fat white kid.
Slightly less fat
Slightly more popular
Saw opportunity
"You got a problem with my boy?"
The second fat white kid challenged.
With no sense of historical irony it should be noted.
The good looking popular black kid explained
to the second fat white kid that this was not his fight.
But the second fat white kid was proud now
and looked at the good looking popular black kid
as his brother.
One he was put on this earth to protect.
And he smelled opportunity.
And so it came to pass,
That two fat white kids
Who were usually ignored
Were the center of attention
They flailed about.
The second white kid flailed in a manner that garnered the crowd's admiration
And they cheered that fat white kid as he
stood up
for the oppressed
good looking
popular black kid
At one point
Mid Fight
The second white kid stopped
And turned to his peers
To soak in this rare good will he felt from them.
He then turned and continued to pummel his sudden enemy
And oppressor of all good people everywhere.
A third fat white kid would later remark
That when that fat kid turned
And saw the people cheering
"He smiled the biggest smile I ever saw."
Years would pass
The first fat kid discovered punk music and moved on
The good looking popular black kid was murdered
alone in his house
And the second fat white kid wrote a poem about it all
Still confused
Still desperate
My fave so far.
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