He wriggles at the back, hair shaved, body slack, playing with his velcro shoes.
The ripping of the strap, sends his teacher in a flap as he plays with his velcro shoes.
Algebra, algebra—it doesn’t make sense,
Numbers and variables combined in strange ways,
With symbols and signs—parentheses too,
My footing is lost, I feel stuck in glue,
the teacher with the lazy eye
said I had no scruples
when I told him he should try
to better control his pupils
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