Sonnet 2- Lunch Duty
A row of boys as boisterous as geese,
Gathered in the cafeteria,
Honk and hiss and desecrate my peace
And strut and flap until I’m weary of
Their rude behavior, bent on making noise.
The bravado and the blather when they talk
Betrays the vile bile of careless boys-
Their gawkish looks, their need to always mock
Any target different from their friends-
This one’s body, that one’s darker skin-
Every “other” a means to their flock’s ends,
The focus of their foul and foolish din.
It’s difficult to see beyond their fray
And all the shit they’ve dropped along the way.
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