The Graduation Song Poem by James Merchant

All my would-be friends shift in the light
Till they disappear into the cold night
And I was going to befriend them soon
But tonight was the full moon

And we all know that spells bad luck for us all
And we all know that spells bad luck for us all

All my would-be lovers would flee the stage
Their smiling eyes inked on the page
What was never said was spent
Nothing in reserve, nothing for rent

And we all know that spells bad luck for us all
And we all know that spells bad luck for us all

All my sidetracked friends would be snuffed out
Into expensive schools without a doubt
And I would wander the techniques I have learned
And try to earn some new friends, because the others turned

Away into werewolves