The Time Uncool Took a Beating and Smirked
High school, always on the outside of the "cool"
pledged a fraternity to see if "cool" would let me in
so my future "brothers" lined up and one by one
paying a dollar for every blow-a wooden paddle to my soul
One tough paid for all three-thought he could make me scream
but I was prepared-countless times mother had tested my hide
but how was he to know that I'd never cried-
After he was done I asked if he would like another try,
so after one final blow from my frat brother
I smirked and said you don't hit half as hard as mother.
They all laughed and I was finally "in"-
but none of my brothers ever became my friend.
Copyright © Anthony Slausin | Year Posted 2019