Dead Zone

A rubber coated metal bench
that stands up against the wall,
is placed next to another one,
that stretch far down the hall.

A bench that I'm familiar to,
along with all my friends.
The burnout bench is what it is,
no matter how far it extends.

Anyone who's sitting there,
is looked at with disrespect,
but with a label as a drugee,
what more can you expect.

We've tried for several years,
to ignore the generalizations,
but as the clock continues to tick,
we are losing all our patience.

It's now labeled the dead zone,
for they say our heads are vacant,
but the one thing they don't know
is that they are all mistaken.