Mean-Spirited, Remorseless Boy
I was a mean-spirited, remorseless boy
when it came to get revenge
with the boldest outrage...
Joey never suspected foul play from me!
We were the cruelest classmates,
bullying on the weak and skinny ones;
emptying out their pockets and confiscate
their money as if we were the Internal Revenue...
where would we get that without another avenue?
We looked at them laughing, but our laughter was deliberate!
A question remained, " Who was going to be the treasurer? "
Joey stared at me with envy trying to say, " It's me! "
I stared at him in the same way wishing it were me!
" Andy, let me handle the treasure since I like math! "
And with confidence he promised, " Not a dime will be missing! "
" I have to trust you on that, Joey...you talk silly! "
But he shouted, " You couldn't keep a secret!
Your mom will wonder where you've gotten all that money, thinking
you have done something stupid and illegal like robbing or stealing! "
" Okay, " I snarled, " You got your wish...you grizzly bear! "
Morning came as I plotted against him planning every step
with astuteness, " My plan can't fail! " I told myself...
Joey came running to me as a runner in a marathon,"
" Where did you get those Fila sneakers and Perry America jacket? "
" My dad bought me those...he wanted to reward for my good grades! "
" You cheating, bastard...if it weren't for me, you would fail them all! "
" We are supposed to give the money back to those poor kids! "
I shouted with a vexed voice...but he replied laughing, " No, I never will, punk! "
It was a week before graduation, we took the final test,
how much I wanted Joey to feel the stamina of my wrist
by remembering what he did with the stolen money!
The air in the classroom was as solemn as a church's silence,
Joey sat next to me and copied the answers as I checked them them in each box.
" Fool, you are going to fail this test...this is my revenge! " I uttered...
" What was that? " The wrong answer? " He asked me without malice.
" Yes, change it to All Of The Above " I answered confidentially.
Many more wrong answers I gave him until I put my pencil down and sighed.
" Thanks, Andy for the answers...I hate summer school: you are simply the best! "
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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