Teen Spirit


The words just won’t come

and I’m stuck.

As if to plug an amp

into my bleak mood

and serenade my irritation

my son starts messing around

on his guitar

and the chords turn into

"Smells Like Teen Spirit"

and it sounds pretty good.

I have to smile.

This anthem makes me remember

the disaffected youth I sometimes felt like

but never really was

and as I sit staring at my computer,

mute and frustrated,

my kids’ clothes gently thumping

in the dryer behind me,

it somehow feels right

to borrow a few lines:

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us