You click-clacked, down the track
Your breath was breathing wine
I was lying on the table, I was feeling fine
But then you approach, feeling cool
The envy of the neighborhood:
Backyard, in-ground pool
We’d be deep tanned friends
We’d be pool pals till the end
We could pick and choose
Who would do business by the pool
But then we germinate the seed:
Future shootings at our school
The Pool was written by The OCS & John Dwyer.