Girls and boys sit in rows

move fast then slow like remote controlled rats

Scittering from place to place

Waiting for the day when they too alleat the poison from the hand from which they run

Lessons learned,credits earned

Out if the box we all call home

Past our ten square mile shiny bubble

The rodents run in confined pens

But bump their heads on dingy glass walls

I look into the glass to see the same look alike doll

Dressed in confusion

Pushing its head against the wall

The man with the white gloves

Feeds us all the same amount

So when the snake comes to swallow us down

We will be suitably fat,and dumb and ready.