Broken Bottles

They're breaking bottles in the streets
and shouting out their profanities as if they were words for some kind of proclamation
 there are gangs wandering
in a drunken stupor with a repressed, angry primitiveness long since remembered
because
they are more evolved than that
unless the bottle makes it socially 'acceptable'

they're breaking bottles in the streets
asking you if you want to know what a 'real jersey boy is like'
as if you contested or confronted that identity
mocking the television screens
and you're avoiding the sidewalks
running though people's yards
weaving in and out of bushes
which seems to confuse the hostile youth masses
as you think to yourself
'with beer goggles, I make a great ninja, and
what exactly is a "real" jersey boy?'

Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you the future leaders of America!

they're breaking bottles in the streets
cursing  each others names
spitting in your direction
soliciting sex through rage

they're breaking bottles in the streets
and when the men come
to pick up the shards of broken hearts
condoms
egos
and inhibitions
they are made a mockery of
while jokes are passed around about how
they need to get a 'real job'

They're breaking bottles in the streets
are you dancing with them?
They're breaking bottles in the streets
are you picking up the glass?
They're breaking bottles in the streets