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.