When you are just a kid
and your father tells you
how once, when he was
just a kid himself, an eighth
grader, and he grabbed
the arms of a tyrant teacher
who threatened to thrash him
and you see the smile
on his face and hear the pride
in his voice, you can't help
but fantasize about doing
something like that yourself
and maybe something you say
gives it away, don't be surprised
or dismayed when he tells
you that he doesn't ever want
to hear that you got in trouble
for getting involved in
that kind of nonsense.
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