The girl at the check out
Clutching the chips and dollar
Gives me an ache
Like a warning shot
In my stomach.
The boy keeping up
Behind his brothers
Gives me an ache
Like filling a balloon
To capacity.
The girl on duel-bladed skates
Bundled like the Michelin Man
Pushing a chair
Gives me an ache
Like a rip in my father's heart.
The one on the hall floor
Eating before his locker
As the gang's off to McDonald's
Gives me an ache
Like an airborne ball
As the buzzer sounds.
The one in the corner of the class,
With cuffs pulled down
And a tattooed razor blade
On the back of the neck
Worries me.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
The girl at the check out
Clutching the chips and dollar
Gives me an ache
Like a warning shot
In my stomach.
The boy keeping up
Behind his brothers
Gives me an ache
Like filling a balloon
To capacity.
The girl on duel-bladed skates
Bundled like the Michelin Man
Pushing a chair
Gives me an ache
Like a rip in my father's heart.
The one on the hall floor
Eating before his locker
As the gang's off to McDonald's
Gives me an ache
Like an airborne ball
As the buzzer sounds.
The one in the corner of the class,
With cuffs pulled down
And a tattooed razor blade
On the back of the neck
Worries me.
We need to pay attention.
