Every morning, I put on my mask,
I go to school, meet It by the bus,
Laugh at last night's results, walking through the gate,
Walk past the parked cars, lights off,
Enter the room, meet the rest,
Another joke, another laugh.

We sit at the table, all four of us,
Them doing homework in school, me doing nothing,
Just making a joke whenever the opportunity arose, It'd laugh,
Then the bell would toll, It leaves,
To lesson I go, away It goes,
Till I go home, take off my mask.

The table returns, returns to mind,
Four of It, me in all,
I hate the table, the table hates me,
It and It and It hates It,
Why? I hate the table because
The other Its wanted to die, and so did I.
© James L. Bates