rouge

There goes a garde 1’s nail. A poor mom at our music and art evening stuffed her bag with cookies from the juice table. A blonde girl who always behaves smudged a boy’s face with paint. An angelic boy who always does his work and never says a word was caught surfing porn on the library computer and then after being caught tried to ‘kill himself’ by grabbing himself by the throat. Mrs.Ferreira has a blister, a bloody blister on her finger from pulling prestick to get a school exhibition together. Gotta keep those kids from banging on the piano. Hey, I forgot to eat. The bell rings. Now it’s a glass of rouge and hopefully I’ll dream of you tonight, my love. I never do.