From: Kirkland@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Beautiful People
Date: Fri Apr 15 12:57:14 1994

This little beast was written last fall and is sort of a remembrance
of those wonderful(?) high school years.

     Scorn not the beautiful people,
     for though their lives may appear to be shallow,
     they are also rich in pain...

Mr. Popularity.. Mr. Class Clown.
Has a way of making you smile when you're down.
He makes everyone happy and knows he can.
But he cries because girls find him funny, never serious,
and he dies of an overdose- a lonely man.

     Musclebound Weightlifter.  Bigger-than-life sized.
     Flexin'     Down     What a way to live.
     His steroid test just came back positive.

Jockmeister.  Team Leader.
No one can stop him when the heat is on.
Went through high school with a football helmet on.
Now his knee is blown out
and his academics lie in a paralyzed fit.
He found out that every door that says "Enter"
  on the other side says "Exit".

     Cheerleader.  Not just another pretty face.
     Wears her skirt short just to make the guys drool.
     And everyone knows that she's the pride of the school.
     Too bad the quarterback did more than score.
     Now she's pregnant, alone, and the school's disgrace.
     She's just a winner that lost her biological race.


Now it can't be said that tragedy
     rules everyone's life-
but a life of popularity
     is a life of strife.
The life of the beautiful ones is longed for
     by every social outcast,
trying hard to make their mark today,
     not just be a figment in someone else's past.
Some friendships run shallow
     instead of running deep,
and with college one step away
     sometimes friends don't always keep.
Sociality- what hell could be worse?
     One man's paradise.
     Another man's curse.

(It fits with a rap rhythm I have in the back of my head, so I hope
you didn't read it too slowly.)
     -Kirkland