As the crowd is leaving
liquid inertia and gravity dance
As quarter full beer cans roll
Down the artificial grass

The hippie chick posers
have dropped their patchouli incense
To support their drunken boyfriends
Stumbling towards Dad’s Mercedes Benz

A scene to be seen

Is it possible to pretend to be part of something 
That, in retrospect, has really never been?

As a child
I was led to believe you were going to change the world
And you did
It’s just nothing like what you said it would be

Ken and Tim and Jack and Jerry
Are rolling in their graves