Poetry “We Real Cool,”

Here is another poem that I read, and since it's so short, I will put it down below.

THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

This poem is actually pretty dark.  It starts off fun and loose.  By the time it gets to the end, it is very sad, and dreary.  It escalates so quickly that you never see that ending coming.  But I think that is what it is trying to portray.  How short life really is.  You might think you are cool, and you are totally different than everyone else by leaving school, and staying out all night, but eventually every one will die.  I think it's saying not to waste your life doing stupid things.