u, the older 1
this time, the red chair, too/ stop telling me that is wasn’t your fault because it was/ plain and simple/ u lured the younger ones to go with u train-riding/ when the stupid people ask me what at-risk means, i just roll my eyes to the sky/ here’s what i am going to do/ in group you are going to explore this train-riding, train-hopping, this obsession with what is the open road/ i get it/ really, i do/ but your lives were on the line/ how did it feel to put younger boys in danger/ they’re not even big enough to pull themselves up into the box car/ you extended your arms so they could do it/ and we will explore how it felt to break your arm jumping off the train/ you are going to sit in the red chair in front of the group, and i am going to pull all the how does it feel when u stuff, and the entire group is going to respond/
u are charismatic and seductive/ there is nothing those boys would not do for u/ u sneak outside through a window, and there u go/ i want the boys who got roped into this to talk about how it feels to be forced into something that by themselves, they would not do/ i want to know how it is that u seem to have no respect for anyone including yourself/ it’s like being raped/ u get lured into it, and no one is there to protest what is going on/ because u are the big, tough men/
because the lot of u are scared/ and there’s the bottom line/ we are going to talk about how it feels to be terrified/ studying the floor is not going to rescue you/ only you can do that by studying how this happened/ how the plot was hatched/ what is the attraction to danger/ and why are you here/ on this planet, at this time/ to do what/ to be what/ to know what/ it’s like the joythrill from stealing cars/ we are going to sit there and discuss this shit until the cows come home/