Pills for Peace

 

You have my attention child

Look at me

I said, LOOK

No, don’t drift off to those kids

Out the front window

Playing frisbee. 

You don’t even like that game.

Concentration’s beyond you.

Hand control as well.

Damn that autism.

And the pills his special teacher

Makes him chug down.

For peace in the classroom.

Yeah, deadened peace.

Our boy needs much better.

That’s you Donny.

Sit still a bit longer.

Stop wiggling your leg.

I love you, yaknow.