Schooled

I’ve been listening to
Freddy singing about
What happened early
One morning at school

And couldn’t help but
Pour something on
Ice and think about
Being driven insane

But that sip drunk long
Ago while learning
Name calling and
Hand writing in verses

As my fingers hold
On tighter to that right
Left bend toward his
Solo end, then let go

Dropping down on
Another, fretting with
The base line, sweating
A smile. Yes, I know

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