We Real Cool

We Real Cool

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.

'We Real Cool' from Selected Poems (New Directions, 2002), © Gwendolyn Brooks 2002, used by permission of Brooks Permissions.

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