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Mr. "Funny" Man


You were just "clowning around" But it wasn't funny, I felt anything but safe and sound. I dreaded class I feared the slimey words that you would spew, The words that confirmed that you were a stupid ass Nevertheless, they all listened, Nevertheless, they all laughed I would just sink deeper into my seat, Hiding my face, Which burned up with heat I wanted you to stop singing my name, I didn’t want to play your mind games Not then, Nor today You're just a clown, But you're not funny. You turned my smiles into frowns... You're a dummy.
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