I walk to school all by myself,
My mind is free of clutter.
The mattress pad that's down the hall,
Smells like peanut butter.

Where did it come from,
this wretched thing?
How could something like this be?
Why would it happen?
Who put it there?
And most of all why me?

I pick the flowers
Wash my hands,
I've always had bad luck.

Cotton candy
Mashed potatoes
Whatever the ****.