last night i was flat.. after school had work, then i get home is already 9 something... too tire to do anithing else ... yesterday was the english assesment.. freaken analyse a poem... man.. did 3 pages essay...

The Boys of Winter

Snow around their boots, they gather
like an embodiment of the weather:
huddled there, herded like cattle,
They are animals dressed for battle.
One smokes, another sprawls,
Three of them look sloganise the walls,
They look askance at Princes Street
Defiantly in their defeat:
Their breath clouds in the cold.
These young boys, horribly old,
Having nothing (heads shorn of hair)
They do nothing, pollute the air
With verbal debris, have nothing to declare.
They look ahead and blankly stare:
Their eyes are onions of despair.
Alan Bold