I heard on NPR a year ago, maybe 18 years ago, about how--
I think it was in Philadelphia--
there were teens who were, through Facebook,
were creating flash mobs and vandalizing businesses--
to the point that Philadelphia was really
thinking about what they were going
to do to stop the teens, which I found frightening.
[LAUGHTER]
So I wrote this.
Flash mob teen violence.
The teens are assembling.
They climb through windows while families sit down to eat.
Help themselves to potatoes and throw plates.
They spear forks through walls, and swing on chandeliers.
They grab wine after polite requests,
then let it pour on white carpets, and laugh.
"This is a blood stain," one screams.
"This is Jesus," says another.
This is your future.
So many teens in one room, they're
like rabbits gnawing on their own feet.
They move from dining room to living room, fine china
on heads, until plates become discs sent
through television screens.
Some grab lamps, other cushions on the way to the store.
Come one, come all.
Lamps through windows, cushions as shields.
"Take hangers," they scream.
"Take carts.
Take chocolate bars.
Take index cards.
Take, take, take."
And they multiply in the jungle, in the field.
They have cuts.
They have bombs.
They have fists They have babies.
They have the numbers.