She was not happy.
Our lady in white, composed and attentive,
Preceded her captive son
By six feet and two planets.
Walking with as much indifference as he could muster
Her reluctant companion moved forward like a snake,
Body half raised sliding along the stone floor
His baseball cap at 90 degrees.
His father would be advised of the boys latest outrage.
Maybe this one was serious.
I recall a time when I looked out a 20th story window
Being baad was cool, being caught not so much.
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