The No-Name Kid

 

The boys making paper aeroplanes

Throwing them at the gossiping girls

They are the middle of the road

The ones who aspire to be cool

They try harder than all the rest

 

The kids who smoke dope at twelve

And who think they rule the school

The ones everyone is afraid of

They’re at the top of the heap

The highest in the complicated teenage heirachy

 

The boys who ride skateboards

Who wear baggy pants and black t-shirts

People call them names

But they don’t seem to care

They have their own brand of coolness

 

The geeks who cluster together

Working hard to get the grades

They’ll end up the best in a few years time

Right now they just want to be left alone

To get on with being who they are

 

But what about him?

The boy who sits alone all the time

The class clown, but he has no friends

Where will he be once the joke is over?

This boy who has no name