Oh, how I loathe the way my food tastes when I rush it into my mouth.
What little pleasure I get from these spurts of freedom,
which feels more like a tease, teaser, teasing me as they walk around
screaming in their third grade voices, “Spring Break! Spring Break!”
And all I can think about is, just you wait. Just you wait a few more years.
Only by being ill mannered in my thoughts, am I able to crack a smile.