CLASS OF 2000

Remember Prof. Jacob's class?
That's how the conversation would start
Ten year reunions were such an awkward time
Enough time for you to grow up
Not enough time to be anything worthwhile
An evening full of sweaty palms and trifling alms
There was forced laughter and hidden grimacing
Of course, there were the thousands of happy, married couples
Just dying to tell you the secrets of a happy life
There were the jaded single-tons
Who proudly showed off their barren fingers, their barren lives
There were the people who had found their true happiness
And those that weren't sure why they were even there
There would be the catch-up and the parting of ways
At least for another five years
Late night hook-ups, drunkenly forgotten
The impending hangover, vomit already churning
There would be the secret desires to go back to it all
When $5 could buy a pizza and a couple beers
When sex was the dirty little secret
When graffiti wasn't "Urban Expressionism"
But that's the funny thing
You waited all your life to grow up
And suddenly it's too scary
And you'd give anything to go back