Unjust Desserts

Sitting cross-legged on a concrete bench
Taking in the action just beyond the fence
He watches the bustle, pinstripes abound
And children playing, they fall on the ground
Miniskirts taunt him, smiles on a face
Tease him with heels and a hint of lace
No girl in his corner, no warm memories
Of deep secret kisses or sticky panties
He wants to be cool, he wants to take part
Something is hurting, it feels like his heart
His mind is straining to block out the noise
As voices repeat “you’re not one of the boys”
The white coats stand by, uncaring and chill
Holding his pre-dinner dosing of pills
He sits in the daylight unwarmed by the sun
Sipping a 16-ounce Pepsi with a sweet honey bun.

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