The New Discipline
I sit in the corner, a dunce cap on my head.
Behind me the class rises. I miss recess in their stead.
And what was my criminality, that earned me this despise?
I told them that I loved them, and that was just not wise.
They tell me all are equal and each one’s on his own.
And if I can’t pull myself up, they must all leave me alone.
Thinking anyone will help me is an assumption with great risk.
The new order is the quiet that is whipped in with a whisk.
Catch a Falling Star 