the icy slush was supposed to revive,
but instead it lingers dry and thick.
the sugar and syrups will melt and stick;
how funny they thought your notions would thrive.
you’ll taste the lines all woven together;
piles of laundry are pulled down your throat,
you watch the others continue to gloat.
supposed boy of wonder forever.
they tell you to smile and never to fret,
they promise you don’t really bother them.
but in their words they will choose to condemn
you to ignorance, by then you’ll be set
in your ways – you’re amazing – you know it,
their entertainment swells as your show it.
2006