[ Wp ] write a poem about where you grew up , and your hobbies .

Raised in a swamp in a bayou outside of New Orleans 
 
 Where life was only public school and rice and beans 
 
 Mom was vicious and Dad was meaner 
 
 Especially when the leanest of times got leaner 
 
 Stow my rage, deep inside I shoved it away 
 
 Dreaming of the day that I would runaway 
 
 At this point only one light shined 
 
 It helped strengthen my body and my mind 
 
 For the one thing above all others I adored 
 
 And that was my escape, my skateboard 
 
 No parks around there in'83 
 It was only my board, the street, and me 
 
 For that plank I would do all that I could 
 
 Yes, sometimes that meant stealing your wood 
 
 It made me a new person, confidence I gained 
 
 And, one day it gave me the resolve to hop a freight train 
 
 I left that swamp and I never looked back 
 
 Even when all I owned would fit on my back 
 
 Homeless in SF, and squatted in NYC 
 But I all ways had a skateboard with me 
 
 Maybe because I am now older, I often reminisce 
 
 The things I have accomplished, and the things I have missed 
 
 I am all grown up, and even got an education 
 
 I have a good job, wife, and all of life's frustrations 
 
 I guess I no longer twist caps off 40's, but pull corks from wine 
 
 And though it has been 42 years I've lived in these bones of mine 
 
 Still to this day that little light will shine 
 
 And you will still find this old man, on the street, pushing pine 
 
 
 Edit: yes they are actually 7 ply hardrock maple, but could n't rhyme with maple... fuck you xp 

