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Psychedelic scenery floating ‘fore your eyes.
Blue-suited Principals wearing two-tone ties.
Hazy-gazed burnouts who cannot count to ten.
Corduroy robots reading Steinbeck’s pen.
Academic junkies roaming though the halls.
Starchy marching minions hearing the drummer’s call
After-school side hustles, workin’ to earn some dough.
Smoke-toking teachers sharing what they know.
I wear my mask when I go out to control what’s on display
At Friday football parties and keg stand soirees.
I hide my mask when I’m alone to keep my nature pure
Revealing to no one else the fact I’m insecure.
We made it through a troubled time
Of change and introspection.
We viewed our goals with raging fear
And pursued them with keen aggression.
Blue-suited Principals wearing two-tone ties.
Hazy-gazed burnouts who cannot count to ten.
Corduroy robots reading Steinbeck’s pen.
Academic junkies roaming though the halls.
Starchy marching minions hearing the drummer’s call
After-school side hustles, workin’ to earn some dough.
Smoke-toking teachers sharing what they know.
I wear my mask when I go out to control what’s on display
At Friday football parties and keg stand soirees.
I hide my mask when I’m alone to keep my nature pure
Revealing to no one else the fact I’m insecure.
We made it through a troubled time
Of change and introspection.
We viewed our goals with raging fear
And pursued them with keen aggression.
In a nostalgic sense, the 1970's was a great time to come of age. New social freedoms, the end to the conflict in Vietnam, distance from the unrest of the '60's. But in truth the '70's still contained many challenges as businesses failed, people lost jobs in large numbers. Our futures were uncertain in the tanked economy of the late '70's. This is my look back at those times and my suburban high school on the shores of Lake Erie
