TAINTED

By Rene Morales

I use to love it
I loved it so much
Every morning waking up with butterflies
The click clack sound over cracks in the sidewalk
A couple of quick slides
In and out of banked driveways
Dodging parked cars and pedestrians

I use to love it
Rocking out to the punk tunes
Launch Ramps on Saturdays
Public school hand ball courts
Just to get a quick wall ride
Man, those were the days

I use to love it
Making boards for the bros
Shaping wood into who knows
The smell of lacquer and wood chips
New designs and ideas would flow

I use to love it
Drained out pools
Laughing at fools
Going for the light
Tranny was alright
Grinds for life

Then “it” came
Squeezing for more
Like blood from a stone
Never satisfied, always hungry
Wanting
The gimmie gimmies
The “I’m down for bros”
The out stretched hands always wanting

I gave all that I could
I gave my soul
Friends with knives
All smiles no cries
Take all you want and take some more

I use to love it
I loved it so much
What happened?
We were all the same once
We were all one big crew

I hear the sound again
Click clack, click clack
Last run
Last run