Caspian Era education
The Terrible Radiator and the Boy
He's in his room that clicks and clangs
The heating system drives him insane
He never knows its next move
He hopes one day it will improve
The manager can't get a plumber who knows
What is so wrong with the heating
It blows!
It must be resolved or I will move on
To another dwelling of which my tolerance can get along!
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Lick my thumb
Kiss the dock
Spoiled wood
Upon which it rocks
Centuries old it is strong
Labeled as unusable
No ships may dock
Climb over rocks
Hug the lighthouse
Too big for arms
Leaves of paint fall
Brushed off with the breeze
Centuries old it is strong
Waves might crash and fall
Kiss the man
He stands so strong
Just as the lighthouse he burdens
All winter long
The breeze crashes
Cold chills travel
Screaming up the spiral staircase
Pigeon sex
Pigeon sex
Pigeon sex
Trying to mount a lady?
Maybe she will hand you a bone
Another second goes by, the next maiden says no
Twirl 3 times, give that a try
That oughta do it
Hey, look at that guy
Puffing out his neck and flapping his wings
Thy lady pigeon still sees no thing!
To the left of you it is a walk in the park for the white bird with no shades that are dark
You see thy lady pigeon loves this
Her family, multi-generational white
The sight of grey or green shocks her with fright
Fear it is slipping
Been there before
Took it to the cobbler and it broke
Did not do the trick
Will snap again
Teeth jammed and crooked
Head clamped too tight
Clenching and bending
My stupid zipper
You have all pushed me out
With my V-neck & basketball shorts
I leave the 4-square and go to the water fountain under the tree
Hot metallic water
Now today I can't go near you all
My left leg bulbous and uneven with fabric
I'm scared
When we see each other, do you even think of me?
Hard to move on when I am left this way
Changed is me
The boy you pushed out
Square
Muck
Social media activism of the current generation is an echo chamber with no light at the end of the tunnel.
It is a rat race driven by the tide of the bottomless chamber, in which one often acts more personally invested over another, when in truth neither ever had any glimmer of empathy towards the situation at hand.
It brings some together and some even closer, struggling to get above the crippling weight of each others tiny pink paws.
Ultimately, covered in the muck they travel through, they are indistiguishable from the sewage.
