He sits alone
A boy with a soft and quiet tone

Groups of people hurdle by
But not this boy, who lets out a silent cry

He is a bit of a loner
Always walks as if he is hiding a *****

Adolescent ****** hair
That's tattered and ware

Lays upon his face
Swaying with grace

He wants to be home
Watching **** on Google Chrome

But he cannot until three
When he runs home with glee

But for now he is stuck
As a pigeon in truck