Why, oh why, does my young one cry
while teachers scurry on to their scandalous pie in the sky?
And yes, so it is true, this pie, surrounded with blue,
is outerly deceptive; its core, a most heinous hue.

Since freaks and circus clowns abide
in your mind's eye, you've definitely tried
throwing stones at the walls existing
from construction skills of grown-up hissing.

I've grasped my head, shaken it many times
to discover a result and what lies beyond:
to no avail, obvious, but what is revealed?
A piece of the pie that I can't unbond.

Should I add or should I take the time
when diffusion of truth and us loudly chime
in the ears of those incredible souls
who fight the fright that makes them cold?









© 1998 Tom Mutchler