People

• Kyle Walsh, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

The music sounds like alcohol
The people sound like life
The cars all sound like engines
The apes sound much like soul

We’re drinking to the music beats
We’re living with the human race
We’re driving from the back seats
We’re in the zoo and lost in space

The music gets her naked
The people make me mad
The cars I know are watching
The apes are somehow driving

I’m pouring out the plastic cups
I’m living like the server king
I’m driving lots of fast-fast cars
I’m stupid like a silverback

She likes the taste of alcohol
She likes the taste of people
She likes the smell of smoke
She likes to know that I have soul

Music, music, server crash
Music ‘til we turn to ash
Music running engines fast
Music, music, people smash

People going faster, faster
People dance like a disaster
People pour out plastic drapes
People drink likes plastic apes

Plastic drink tastes so much better
Plastic ink spills to the letter
Plastic makes the sun not set
Plastic makes the ladies sweat

Engines driving to the zoo
Engines rolling, something new
Engines drinking, music’s life
Engines, apes and someone’s wife

We are people, we are people
We proclaim from on the steeple
We are engines for the plastic
We are, we are, we are people