Ode to My Friends

Nights of shared cynicism
Contemplating boredom
And the True Worth of the last slice of pepperoni pizza
Japanese profanities and midnight inquiries
to the location of their missing pants
Talk of prior conquest and too much information
Odd comments mixed with Dr. Pepper
These are my friends
A rag tag group of vigilante procrastinators
Theatre brats and disgruntled Advanced Placement Students
Rebels with a cause
Seeking only our own voices
Never left behind and never knew what was best
Always willing to protect the weaker one out of the group
Why did I never get my black belt?
Though miles apart we still maintain the daily routine
The midnight revolts moved to 3 A.M.
Mixed now with Russian profanities
The place might have changed but the time's all the same
And the feeling of belonging grew stronger
One-word text messages at inappropriate hours
Emails about Jeopardy questions
Hurried phone calls based on paranoia
And quick bail outs from awkward situations
Fake girlfriends and boyfriends to cover their tracks
And compilation disks made for graduation
Picture slideshows reveal
That the innocence was never there to be taken from us
And all we had were those lost moments of greatness