Thread: Would you c/c on my little rant, if you will call it so?

The breeze of an open school door
Creeps up my shirt and lays ice over by body.
Shivering, I put up my hood,
Melting ice off of my head.

The dean walks past
Eyes narrowed looking for violators
Of all his fairy-land rules
That are believed in like the fairies themselves
And enforced like so.

I fall into the stone wall,
Hood up, cold receding
Those with shirts up to their middle
Hats on, denim underwear
POP like the cleavage from their shirts

And he'll walk past them all
Fairies dancing away on sugar tip toes
But eating rotten apples.
Hoods, they are a violation, worthy of In School Suspension
He snarled, pointing
Singling out me.
Defenseless, I open my mouth

But it is all stuffed up with bobbing butts
That walk right by
And stomachs with blinking signs
to say
I was just a little cold after a while

Embarrassed, I rip it off
and cast my eyes down
Feeling more chilled than before.
AMEN to ya both, and I love your attitude, BG!

Amen to what she said.. that is a good rant, I catch the drift and it shifts into high gear.
I think rules are sometimes made to break and sometimes a statement needs to be made.

Amen to what she said.. that is a good rant, I catch the drift and it shifts into high gear.
I think rules are sometimes made to break and sometimes a statement needs to be made.

Amen to what she said.. that is a good rant, I catch the drift and it shifts into high gear.

I think rules are sometimes made to break and sometimes a statement needs to be made.