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Mrs. Blaileen


Mrs. Blaileen - she was his sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation
The target always seemed to be Donny
He was a bit slower than the others
When he was quite young
His mother died at the kitchen table
While choking on some food
The fashion of the day
Was bleach and tied levis
Donny decided to make some
But he didn't know how to rinse them
So he came to school a reekin
Bleach stench filled the classroom
Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise
She made him feel like an a*****e
Two feet small.

Oh what a lonely boy

Don and Ronald
They always stuck together
For they were a bit different than the others
And they were tight as brothers
Then Ronald moved away
Now Steven
He was a year or two younger
And he thought he was really something
He liked to harrass other children
Or anyone he found outnumbered

Alone Don walks from fishing
Steven and a friend they stop him
They took his hat and they taunt him
Pimp-slap him with a newspaper
Don lunged forward with his fish knife
Then ran all the way home weeping
He gave the knife to his father and
Said "I think I hurt Steve"

Oh what a lonely boy

Primus - Tales from the Punchbowl

Entry #35


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