Teen Turf War
The school playing fields
An artillery barrage on traffic
During snowy weather
Getting chased, caught and
Fake names of accomplices a must
“Dare ye to get this car!”
In my ignorance I do
Sparking a near teen turf war
I’m tripped, kicked, drifted
For not giving a shit
Flashing blue lights signal
A mammoth rapid retreat
To gullies and meadows
Frozen boggy trenches and
High slippery branches
Fuck knows who the cop is chasing
This was the night I learned
You never return to the scene of the crime.
