The Nectar of Youth



Take a baby, aged 18 years. Add a house. Mix in shrubbery, trees, walkway, two cars and a garage. Attach mature, loving parents. Placate with a dog and a cat. Distract with TV and VCR. Compound media indoctrination, day after day.

Match her with a boy to demand attention and devotion. Give him a friend that can be looked up to. Find a friend to look down on. Add a bus. Add a bike. Add a car. Add a pair of feet. Surround with a mall, Movie Theater and mini-golf. Keep ‘em out of the house.

Hunt down the best school. Encourage, Encourage, and Encourage. Enroll in good classes. Do good deeds. Make pretty permanent records. Meet new people. Learn social skills. Avoid direct confrontation. Do good work. Go to school.

Sprinkle with weed. Mix in Bacardi. Stir, shake, pour. Failure, on the rocks.


This poem was written as my recipe poem, using the format of instructions to create something. The thing that was being created in my poem was a High School society, any one, with all of the trappings that come with it. What I really liked most was the end, how the imminent danger of drugs is presented. For all High school students across America, there is a constant threat of drugs and their effects. Drugs are very controlling and very hampering, to all of your actions and goals. Not only do they exhaust huge amounts of time and money, they also make it very difficult to actually work and focus when you want to. Drugs can not be controlled by almost anyone, as often the people who get on them are addictive people already.