Attended school angry and bitter why?
Because you see he was a lonely boy
of foretold restlessness and anger from
parents who fought drank heavy
and smoked cigarettes
He remembers being sent off to the store
to get Players and Sweet Cap cigarettes so
they could watch their addictions going up in
smoke while drinking their bottle of Rum and
waiting to argue over both their pasts and see
who would attack the other first with challenging
words spewed forth in disgusting anger
School was just a release for This boy to tick off
the teachers even though they told him he was
the best printer and writer in their class while at
the same time pulling Kleenex from their box on
the desk and crying while the principle strapped
him in front of the class with a barbers
horse haired leather strap
You see he wanted to use This boy as an example
for unruly boys and what he dished out should a boy
step out of line and talk back to teachers and others
in authority at school
This boy remembered the teacher Ms Marshall
with the silky see through blouse and sexy black bra
showing off the shape of her padded hidden breasts
and her cat eyed rimmed black glasses that matched them
while us boys went home to have wet dreams
of Ms Marshall and her black bra
Mr Savage This boys music teacher with grey hair
and black colored dye streaks blending through his hair
and his touchy clutching sweaty hands on the shoulders
of pretty girls while breathing his garlic breath over them
in his own mind he was a predator in the guise
of a music teacher
This boy fought a lot at school and stood for what
was right and defended other boys who were called
names by bullies of muscled arms or so they thought
they had and blood ran freely at school yard brawls
and teeth were broken shins were kicked and open cuts
bandaged by waiting mothers with back handed blows
to our heads and sent to bed without supper that
awaited us for breakfast in the morning sun
This boy remembers well the school basement store
where used clothing was given to poor kids who had
no money from parents out of work or to drunk to clothe
them so the basement store gave us shoes shirts and pants
to wear to class yet never laughed at for fear of This boys
temper brought on the night before by fighting drunken parents
with disgust they honed This boy with bitterness and resentment
thus his difficulty at school
If Hell on earth was school This boy hated hell and fought his way
through studies and low achieving seemed his destiny and playing
Hooke every chance he could the pool halls drew him to their
velvet and rack em up was heard and shouted by us all
This boy remembers well the frustrations of youth the never
ending fighting and yelling in his home the love of his mother
the hatred he had for her live in boyfriends and sickness from
abuse the drunken squalor and cigarette butt filled ash trays
everywhere and yelling and screams of mother being beaten
while defenseless children watched in horror
So you see This boy grew up around anger and blood and gut
wrenching nights that turned into awful days at school of wondering
what he was doing there trying to learn from teachers he disobeyed
with wrath of spawning pain from demons ruthlessness brought
on by sick men living like vultures waiting to feed
on the innocence of children
This boy lived the brutality of youth given him
by the sperm of his father who brought him into his violent
world and left This boy to fend for himself amongst the dying
souls in streets of The Point the gutter of violent poets long
gone who left their mark like Bukowski’s barflies who hung out
down at the Old Pall Mall tavern swigging stale ale from Hell
This Boy survived many didn’t
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