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End of summer countdown before school year...

countless decades graduating 
contemptible cum laude
hence same time frame every 
August since...the stone
temple pilot age, this beastie 
boy flashes back to yahoos
whose rawhide (mine) they 
miraculously never whipped!

Uneasy panic stricken mindset 
ensued mere weeks prior when 
mum calls "time to wait for bus," 
despite miserable, horrible, and 
execrable experience boarding 
trademark yellow beast, when 
driver opens maw generating 
"whoosh" quickly scanning 

parallel rows of cushioned seats 
counting blessing after espying
pitch perfect place to plop posterior 
farthest distance but tween one nerd
i.e. yours truly, garden variety long 
haired pencil neck geek and posse of 
unruly purple people eaters, analogous
to doppleganger Barney's (the playful 

dinosaur kids love), nonetheless able, 
ready and willing to shoot cruel, galling,
leering, quizzing...painful piercing skin
hardened killing stares accompanied with 
smoke issuing nostrils awaiting golden
opportunity to kick me bony bum keister 
while I frantically scurried, hightailed bat
of hell exitted out hydraulic operated door, 

oft times mostly quick enough to hurriedly  
scamper among madding crowd of students 
eagerly (ha) awaiting to enter academia's gruff
feet teed hallowed bricked walls, one puny 
pubescent hiding these lovely bones out of 
harm's way, meanwhile my heart did beat mile
a minute, profuse sweat drenched (even during
dead of winter), and pulse went thru stratosphere,

which reprieve lasted until deafening bell broad
cast courtesy intercom indicated all liz fair in love 
and war (that sacred metaphorical loving battleground 
being trapped inside storied halls of learning thank ye 
skool of hard knocks, doing level best to sidle in close 
proximity to baddest, biggest, boldest incredible hulk 
hoping to stave off inevitable, yet unbeknownst to this 
then scrappy runt, said goliath brute (I spontaneously

cozied up), alongside main ringleader regarding rebel 
rousers, thus unwittingly, nicely, handily delivering 
sought after prey perfectly into predator's clutches 
realizing to late (ex post facto), a self touted pièce 
de résistance did nothing to thwart salvation, ah joy
fully recalling fond memories contributing to electric 
kool aid positive battery acid test learning experiences 
at Methacton ideally trained for guerilla warfare.
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