Summer Camp

You let your soul drown

drinking the alcohol down.

Light your white cigarette, you have no regret

proud to wear a drunken crown.

Sadness fills my eyes

watching your soul die.

Am I to blame, I didn't flick the flame.

I didn't get you high.

The you I knew was lovely.

What you've become I despise.

Just a little thief. You'd bring others grief

without a fantasy of lies.

You hide all of this out of sight.

Can't decide whom to be.

You little hypocrite, how does the label fit ?

And, off to camp you flea.

by Jeff Short