Crystal Kids

 

One foot flat on the floor

Hands in pockets

Other foot on the wall

Eyes like petrol puddles

Huddled hoodies, faces hidden

Skinny, skilfully rolled cig

Pinched with yellow finger tips

And perched on dry lip

Crystal kids don’t care at all

 

Crystal kids lob bricks

Glistening shards of glass

Can’t pierce bravado this thick

Can’t touch the depths of disappointment

The desperation of trying to grasp

Set six maths amongst sniggering

Classmates and sarky teaching staff

The shame of signing on again

Crystal kids celebrate destruction

They thrive on it

 

Crystal kids flick switch blades

Out and in, out and in

With this they’re the sharpest

The biggest, most brave

They can make you mind how you go

And watch what you say

They’ll have your mobile and your purse

Cause their childhood got took

One wrong look at a crystal kid

And you’re smiling on the other side

Of your Chelsea grin

 

Crystal kids are the scum the council

Scrapes off the top

Empty flats on vacant streets

Crystal kids live in houses like these

They kick down the doors and rip into walls

What the fuck does it matter

If no one lives here at all?

Crystallise the carpets

Smash the windows for the thrill

Crystal kids live diamondique lives

On CZ estates and always will