Girl Disappointed

Oh, little girl on the curb,

I don’t mean to disturb

You, but I can’t help but

Wonder exactly what

Gave you that disturb

Ed visage. Absurd,

You say? Well, I

Don’t mean to pry,

But take a look

Away from your book

And at yourself and explain

What cause to complain

You might have. Surely,

A child like you, so purely

Consisting of innocence

Knows not of pestilence

Yet this look of yours

Persists, and encores

Yet again for your

Audience, poor

As they may be.

She turns to glare

At my inquisitive stare,

And I don’t dare

To misconstrue

The “Fuck you”

That shoots through

Her disappointed little face.