If

Public school redux

means saloon doors to the shitter

You need to sneak up between times to get any privacy

There's endless brutality

Of an emotional kind

Designed to turn you into a brute

With commas and semi colons in your attitude

But you're still hopeless

In counterpoint to a street bred item

What do you really know about deception

In the midst of your training to deal with nuances?

How you long to be tough

Not just physically

Because games are indeed compulsory

But how can you be

With your clean collar

And legacy money paying your way

Through the tailcoats--

Its truly amazing

What a small timer from nowhere can do

In that little exclusive little claustrophobia that belongs to you

He will steal the dumbest broad

And promptly get a licence to belong

And you still gasping

Like some pet carp-