The Conscience of an ATeam Member
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
"Kid arrested in milk scandal", "Milk quantities being
used at an all time high"...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
But did you, in your low calcium diet and obvious lack
of being helluva tough, ever take a look behind the eyes
of the kid? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what
forces shaped him, what youth center he went to?
I drive a helluva fast van foo', enter my world...
Mine is a world that begins with the youth center...
I drink more water than most of the other kids,
this jibba jabba they teach us is crazier than murdock...
Damn kids. They're all alike.
I'm in an inner city youth center. I've listened to
teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to drink
water. I understand it.
"No, Ms. Smith, I didn't chew the water. I swallowed
it all like you said..."
Damn kid. Probably spat it out. They're all alike.
I made a discovery today. I found a milk carton. Wait
a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If
I drink it, I get helluva tough... Not because it isn't
good for me...
Or feels threatened by me...
Or thinks I'm a smart ass...
Or comes from the ocean, and shouldn't be here...
Damn kid. All he does is drink milk. They're all alike.
And then it happened... a door opened to a world...
wrapping gold chains around my neck like a cheap whore
around a pole at the joint next to the youth center, an
electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day
incompetencies is sought... helluva toughness is found.
"This is it... this is where I belong..."
I throw everyone here... even if I've never met them, never
talked to them, may never hear from them again... I throw
you all...
Damn kid. He throws everyone! They're all alike...
You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed
skim at the youth center when we hungered for 2%... the
odd drop that you did let slip through was soya based and
tasteless. We've been dominated by hydro companies, or
ignored by the farmers.
The few that had milk to give out found us willing pupils,
but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the gold chain and the
milk carton, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service
already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap
if it wasn't produced by profiteering dairy companies, and
you call us criminals.
We drive helluva fast... and you call us criminals. We throw
people helluva far... and you call us criminals. We drink
regardless of brand name, without much dairy preference...
and you call us criminals. You drink water, close down youth
centers, try to take over the world, cancel the ATeam, talk
crazier than murdoch, and lie to us and try to make us believe
it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of throwing foo's helluva
far. My crime is that of judging people by what they drink, not
what they look like. My crime is that of drinking more milk than
you, something that you will never forgive me for.
I am a hero, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual,
but you can't stop us all... after all, we'll run you down in our
vans if you try.
cope
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