I wish I were in East St. Louis,
Being beaten and robbed in the parking lot of a Wal-Mart.
I wish I were back in high school
Being picked on by assholes in gym
And bored by teachers who resent you because you're young.
Anywhere but here,
with anyone but you.
If I were Brad Davis in that movie in a Turkish prison,
being beaten on the soles of my feet I'd smile.