Indoctrination
Part I On the far socer field, behind the track and baskeball court, we were the same. We shed our Starter jacket skins, and laced up whatever shoes our parents afforded. We came to play soccer, not to win. There was no winning in the sixy minute break from the indoctrination into adulthood. On that far soccer field we were equals. Part II We creashed our cars, wrapping our Lincolns and Lexus around light poles. We threw our money into the ocean, and razed banks -- funeral pyres for debt and financial gain. Wall Street burned down, but still we could not go back.