Stab and stubborn my way out of
this city for an education
hard-headed, I know
Ow! (I'm hurting people
as I speak)
I haven't been me since
we delved into each others' pictures books
(being a teacher blows man!) I don't want them to see
themselves in me, being perverted
red correction ink
drenched
all over
my notebook, crimson
I made so many errors
"fuck education"
I know: I'll spend my day
talking with weather-worn-street-men
city-slickers like them, I hope they make
an outlaw of me
so that one day I can Billy The Kid myself
a nice job
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