she sat at the back of the class
closer to the loser, the bully, the misunderstood
the mix of music noise soup
boiling sperm
no telepathy yet
just an explosion of random contrary thoughts
expressing themselves
Violently and chaotically
desks scarred and lined
Threats and fears meet in aged biro
Defeat and victory make out over the wood
A tagged up grafiti orgasm
The drone like teacher
pushing wrinkles and bodily exhaustion
against the lino shoe marks and prejudice
He tramps back to silent damp state house
The loud soup of life
youth it´s parsley
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