I read cervantes' novel don quixote
in visitation grammar school
the good nuns knew I was not
the average neighborhood thug
so they left me to read dumas
and jack london or whomever
and to illustrate the hijinks
of eighth grade hooligans
in pencil and ink comic book style
the nuns may have guessed
my ulterior motive in ridiculing
the thugs who menaced me
every day after school
with a sound thrashing
if my cartoons didn't meet
their approval
so I drew and sketched
in broad strokes our comedy!
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