Give Me Five
We are supposed to raise our hand and say give me five.
The lunchroom is supposed to be silent, where it has been alive.
It works for the principal, they know it is her voice.
Not so much for me and my comrade, let’s call him Royce.
Royce is six foot nine, a basketball player, for New Orleans.
His height is as intimidating as I have ever seen.
They do not hear him at all and hear my voice much less.
When we do lunch duty, these kids are a mess.
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