He sank into their calculations
And snorted on the stench
Of their arithmetic.
Looked for the boy who was hanging his head low,
More trophies than ideas. To follow their pretence.
With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face
He followed with obidience
And fell in the Nettles.
Afterwards those spikey whispers said he bought his own rope.
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