In the newspaper
Of the small town
Where “nothing ever happens”
The headline tells
Of the latest drug-related crime.
“The girl in the middle picture,”
I tell my mom,
“Was a senior last year.
She graduated a couple of months ago.
She had her whole life before her.”
Now she sits in the county jail,
This permanently on her record,
A charge she won’t be able to take back.
Her life changed by this one lapse in judgment,
Because she trusted the wrong people.
But the real tragedy is
In her mug shot she’s smiling,
As if she’s proud
Of doing something that warranted
A headline on the front page
In the newspaper
Of the small town
Where nothing ever happens.
Of the small town
Where “nothing ever happens”
The headline tells
Of the latest drug-related crime.
“The girl in the middle picture,”
I tell my mom,
“Was a senior last year.
She graduated a couple of months ago.
She had her whole life before her.”
Now she sits in the county jail,
This permanently on her record,
A charge she won’t be able to take back.
Her life changed by this one lapse in judgment,
Because she trusted the wrong people.
But the real tragedy is
In her mug shot she’s smiling,
As if she’s proud
Of doing something that warranted
A headline on the front page
In the newspaper
Of the small town
Where nothing ever happens.