School starts at eight
After a broken nose
Stinging ears
And carefully worded
insults to see me through
the day.
I cant bray
(My esteem is eroded as it is)
I have been dubbed
An asthmatic ass.

Break is at ten
After a series of jabs
in the ribs
and the grand heist
Of ones
snack bite
you don’t want to look
too hungry lest
they feed you toilet paper
add toilet to ass
you are a toilet ass
by lunch.

Lunch brings a breath
Of stinking air
Solitude is a luxury
(Even on the table next to the garbage)
here on your polluted
you dream dreams of slicing throats
breaking necks
wrenching ankles
as an occasional carrot
flies your way

That’s how society
birthed a