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I Visited a High School
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
(It’s 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.)
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