Site Assignment

Headstart.
Children’s Center.
Solitary me, all alone, attempting to handle
A whole bunch of screaming toddlers,
flailing arms and legs,
midgets who start to bawl when
they bang their head on a shelf.
They shall torture me, grate on my last nerve,
flip me upside down
as the blood rushes for my poor head,
faster and faster
With cries of “she hit me first!”
Pulpy orange juice dripping off tables,
tuna fish flying everywhere.
Nursery rhymes in sweet gooey voices...
Hush little baby, don’t say a word...
Momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird...
mockingbird...
mockingbird...
Stupid old record players always skip.
Pinching, hair pulling, arm yanking,
and other various acts of violence,
while I’m busy rushing to the bathroom
to wipe the drool off my brand new shirt...
Anyone want to trade Community Service Sites?


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