When I was bad they sat me in the corner
my back turned to them all
my eyes upon the walls
untill I was recalled.

They didn’t know how interesting I’d find it;
that intersecting line
where cool white planes collide
I lost myself in time.

I was bad and they handed me some chalk
in penance was assigned
to write a hundred times
the measure of my crimes.

They didn’t know how interesting I’d find it;
comparing every line
for cursive curve design
all perfectly aligned.

So if I’m bad and you really want to hurt me
it’s normalcy I dread
where squirrels in my head
have to deal with you instead.

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