Teenage fool

• Briana Chan, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2003

You, teenage fool,
think you’re unbeatable.
that one chug
will not affect your mind.
This evil potion entices,
draws you in, and captures you.
Enclose you in its grip.
Kill you in your slumber.
Don’t you know of the addictions
that it brings with its honeyed form?
Once its over and done,
you’ll see your mangled
friend residing beside you.
You and him within hostage of the commanding elixir.
So my friend in the iron jackets,
I brand you a teenage fool.