I visited a high school the other day Walking past the police car at the door Into a vestibule cold-camera-watched Presenting identification at a window
Efficiently buzzed through into a hall Which stank of aggressive disinfectant Among the shoalings a poor unhappy girl Angrily picked her nose and glared at me
And hissed behind my back as I went my way (Itβs all the fault of the teachers, they say)
(If you want to be alone for a while, go vote in your local school board elections. Everyone else is too busy complaining.)