Dear Sir, (poem)

DEAR SIR

Dear Sir,
Please excuse my sons absence
He slept in
We slept in
The night before he studied into the small hours
the mechanics of Skateboarding
counting new bruises and fading others
how he can ‘ollie’ sets of steps without broken marrow,
it releases his anger.
How the words of Curt Cobain relates to his 180 degree kick flip
and the thrill of a half pipe.
That being 16 messes with his head
no one understands.
And how is it fair, his girlfriend lives ten mile away
and he’s no car,
why work at the weekend tires him
and grunge pulls him through.
So Sir, may I call you sir,
I hope you understand my sons absence this time.