I faked a heart attack to get out of answering the teacher's question in fourth grade
they called my mom and it was woe is me hour all afternoon guilty blushing
stuck in the directors waiting chair recliner me avoiding the metallic glares
I had to wear special shirts in high school that wouldn't show my nipples
Often aroused they'd poke out on summer days through thin cotton tshirt
I accumulated nicknames and bullies because boys weren't supposed to have nipples
Then one hot dismal day in geography class I got a capital wrong
Mrs Russel the teacher flicked my nipple with her long nail
Noone heard me gasp because the laughter was so loud
So I faked another heart attack and they called my mom
That went on for painful, predictable and nauseas years
Then my nipples went to the normal size the day I left school
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