I’ll be done with this damn poem now. Too long in the hopper. Too much fussin’. Some of it was worthwhile due to it being high caliber for my degree of fussiness. And it does mark a time in Mr. Fred’s life. Working as a teacher when you know full well that some of your kids will get killed is pretty tough, especially tough over Labor Day weekend.
Thanks so much for reading along! If you have any thoughts, feel free to say ‘em to me! I can take it. I’ve been through the gauntlet of writing workshops.
Theo
11. Ray Ray’s dead