We Real Cool

I love this poem by Gwendyln Brooks.  In fact, it is one of the few things I still remember from the 8th grade. Enjoy.

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.

Oh.  And check it out.  Gwendyln herself telling the story!