Where Is The Old Gang?
by Robert M. Nelson II
Where is the old gang at?
Old tire jacks and baseball bats.
Button up shirts and combat boots,
Painted on jeans and dyed blonde roots.
Rusty wallet chains and switchblade knives,
Driving round town, just living our lives.
We partied all night till the break of day,
Passing out on the couch or wherever we laid.
Just where did the old gang go?
Suped up cars, and a nose full of blow.
Living each day, wondering if you’re sane,
Going through life with nothing to gain.