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5/5/16

I sat on the log,

in my elephant-grey

school suit.

The log, rough-hewn, like me,

its lumps and bumps

and crevices

reflecting my acne marked face.

 

Then they entered my consciousness,

walked gracefully towards me,

in slow-motion,

like in the movies,

those model children,

how beautiful they were.

I wanted nothing but to bloody

their pristine faces

and besmirch their perfect uniforms.

 

She was tall, tanned and lovely, 

though she was not the girl from Ipanema,

he was a caricature of a 'Ken doll',

too beautiful, too perfect.

Too contemptible.

They were everything I hated.

Private school kids.

 

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