The dank concrete corner harbours a creature hunched,

Alone in the drizzle, eating a packed lunch

Footsteps, a great shadow cast,

The ceasing of the wind’s cold icy blast

“The money!” The voice cold hard stone

The creature looks up, outnumbered, alone

It lashes out against it’s masters! It’s been weeks and days

It summons up his courage, and says,

“No!” The dreaded reply

The creature has made a mistake, and he knows why

Skin and knuckle he sees, it’s nose drips blood

It roars aggressively, “I’M SORRY!”, but the attacks still thud

In the class it is shunned, told to shut up

So, it stays quiet, but still, they won’t stop

Relentless onslaught, the insults a stream,

They destroy it, break it, and shatter it’s dreams

For the dank concrete corner harbours a creature hunched,

Alone in the drizzle, eating a packed lunch

It will stay like that for it, day by day

For alas, for it, there is no true escape

For with insults and punches, he will forever be strafed

For in the reject’s unforgiving life, there is no escape