Today at work I sat forward
Looking ahead I played and worked
to the Jazz playing and working
In my mind.
That was around the time I took note
of my young charge charging.
An interruption pulling at
my eyes,
side to side --over and over--
my eyes follow his moves to the silver spoon in his
tattered hands.
I'm just trying to get payed
HA!!!!
But this man-child
so packed with frustration lost his eyebrows down low
and uses his voice to tear down
all connecting lines.
He has no regard for no-nobody.
The heat rises from the terrible floor
his bottom heats up
He fires ahead.
No help!
His hand pushes through sleepy
terrors
Push! Push!
Fed up are we
Fed up are we
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