18

There was a boy in my
Classroom of delinquents—
Some may call it a

Rehabilitation center,
But I think it is where
Vampires exist.

The boy got caught behind
The wheel, a little drunk,
But alive and whimpering

Rigoletto for the ghouls.
His sentence was two more
Weeks than mine, but death wasn't

A fanatic of time.
His life befell to a
Tree, a car, a road, but

Definitely not the alcohol.

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