I'm not a writer
I'm a basketball player
Creative writing 101
last place I wanted to be
In panic I wanted to run
To stay on team I needed a "B"
Greasy Spoon restaurant
I'd been to a few
That's what the professor wrote
As we entered class in chalk
The teacher just sat reading a book
All around us we did look
And I saw all as puzzled as me
Then I remembered
Outside our Quonset hut
A garbage can would be
At night would come the marauders
Kids who knew only poverty
They would find a half eaten Pizza
Who knew what there might be
But for them that was their dinner
I had a five year old sister at home you see
Orphans scavengers at night kids
We left paper sack lunches on the lids
In that class I didn't get a "B"
I was the only one to get an "A"
Greasy Spoon restaurant everyone knew one
But no one in my class ate from a garbage can