Snowkids

They sent us to prison
and told us it was for learning.
We learned to fight,
learned to have sex accidentally,
and all things related. Our textbooks
were lined with pieces
of history
concerning Justin's pimples
and what Elsa did with the grad class of '02
while getting an education on rotten barley.

A good legacy.

We learned to waste time effectively,
and plotted escape routes
through the smudge lines on our
desks in Planning while
Nature hummed along outside without us.

Some of us
found prison at home,
some of us watched out the barred windows
over bald, barking heads
but either way
we were Snowkids
frozen inside
wishing we were Christmas.