KINDERGARTEN
I can take it when my mind is like a kindergarten class,
When the old teacher with the blue hair
Has dozed off at her desk
And is drooling on her blotter;
And the class bully is punching a chubby kid
For his milk money;
And some big babies are crying
And banging their foreheads on the desk
Because they miss their mommies;
And one myopic kid with his two hands around a blue crayon
Is struggling to stay within the lines of a horse.
It’s when my heart is that way,
As if the pet hamster has escaped again
And the little girls are standing on their desks shrieking
And the boy who is repeating kindergarten
Is drawing disproportionate penises on the Teletubbies in his book;
While the teacher’s aide demonstrates the proper way
To shove a paperclip into the electrical receptacle,
That I worry.
Ron Yazinski
I can take it when my mind is like a kindergarten class,
When the old teacher with the blue hair
Has dozed off at her desk
And is drooling on her blotter;
And the class bully is punching a chubby kid
For his milk money;
And some big babies are crying
And banging their foreheads on the desk
Because they miss their mommies;
And one myopic kid with his two hands around a blue crayon
Is struggling to stay within the lines of a horse.
It’s when my heart is that way,
As if the pet hamster has escaped again
And the little girls are standing on their desks shrieking
And the boy who is repeating kindergarten
Is drawing disproportionate penises on the Teletubbies in his book;
While the teacher’s aide demonstrates the proper way
To shove a paperclip into the electrical receptacle,
That I worry.
Ron Yazinski
