we broke everything
that reminded us of them
but didn't know why we did it:
windows smashed
cars scratched
rooms trashed
bikes nicked
equipment broke
games scattered
bottles shattered
hotels in smoke
cars stolen (no joke),
we did it all
but for no reason
that we knew.
some impulse made us want
to bust and break
everything we couldn't take
or steal, nothing seemed real
outside our vengeance
against the world
that brought us into being
and taught us all the rules
we shouldn't break.