Comes fall and with it
cool weather and a
pubescent flock wafting by.
The thing itself, school
We know they'll learn,
it fails them.
Today they don't care why.
They just come.
I wonder about
the boys who masquerade their eyes with Kangols
or nylon do-rags adorned with kited tails.
Except for those who wear the veil
all the girls are uniformed in
too tight jeans.
I see how they swivel
in their denim corsets
eyeballing the demi-men
through lacquered bangs.
Before the guards hustle the chicks inside
they signal to each other.
There is much to tell
in the corners where they hide.
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