To Smell Like Teen Spirit

Teens of the same make
Jumped on a Road
Overtime thought the sweeper
who cleaned all except his clothes

His tool moved like the arms
which split a pendulum
and swept a second
with an obvious haste

They giggled at the sweepeer
Same old elephant
Dark, clumsy and unsteady
with a huge belly

Swept the road and spoiled their clothes
The teens went for a party
To pour soups over vicky
For his head was white and legs were small.

Ponies and Jeans, Masks and Gifts
Jumped into their cars
And spat their gums
Watchman's turn, paan was next

Alone swept the sweeper
Under the dawn light
For the roads were long
And his teens were gone.