how could we ever forget*
the pouty boy
his idolization of himself
an irksome ploy
sulking as the giving boys
got a better reception
they were placed in the
more deserving section
the envious streak
within his being's core
so craved for their
extraordinary score
his face was *******
by a jealous cringe
real evidence of a
pouty boy's hinge
he carried the scowling
cross into adulthood
where it festered
*beneath the wood
