We strolled together through one
Of several of my old elementary schools
Walked, amongst the infantile emotions.
A locus of extremes
My saddest childhood memories haunt there
Being a new student in a school that rejected Me
My happiest childhood memories live there too
Riding bikes in summer day-care
We had free range of the empty campus
We used to eat our lunch
Perched, up in a tree
4 best friends
We each had our spots
Cradled by the freedom of summer
As I climbed it now
Like a sloth in the tree where it was born
To show you where I used to sit
The best of all the spots,
I came to a horrible realization,
The three had apparently grown too large,
My throne had been murdered by some *******
Cut down in the street
Le roi est mort, vive le roi.
I try to hide my welling tears.
It wasn’t even that high!
I always hated that ******* school.