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Run Fat Boy Run
"Run Fat Boy, Run!" They jeared.
It's recess. Why can't we just play?
Recess should be fun, this isn't fun.
I wanted to play on the swings but teacher say dodgeball.
The ball hit me again, so Fat Boy ran away.
"Run Fat Boy, Run!" He laughed.
What did I do? Why did he punch me?
My arm was buring my face was bright red.
"What are you gonna do Fat Boy?"
The crowd gathered and cheered so Fat Boy ran away.
Run Fat Boy, Run! I thought to myself.
"Draw a picture of a student." teacher said, and pointed to me.
I sat in the front and they all laughed with such glee.
The pictures shown for all to see what others thought of Fat Boy of me.
When Teacher started laughing to inside of himself Fat Boy ran away.
"Run Fat Boy, Run!" Coach yelled.
It hurts so much but I want to play.
"Keep going Fat Boy! You can't keep up!"
If I run enough will 'Fat Boy' go away?
The others laughed so Fat Boy ran the other way.
Run Fat Boy, Run! I screamed with my thoughts.
She'll laugh, she'll point, like the others, you know she will.
Fat Boy stood his ground and gave her the note.
She looked with a snear "Is this a joke?"
With my sole destroyed Fat Boy ran away.
"Run Fat Boy, Run!" Brother yelled.
Fat Boy the Freshmen the other the Senior.
Doesn't he know how much I look up?
How much it hurts when it's his words that cut?
With my head hung low and the older boys laughing, Fat Boy ran away.
Run Fat Boy, Run! I though all over again.
She's just like the rest she'll do it to!
She took the note, at 15 still a note how pathetic Fat Boy is,
Gave me a look I hadn't seen before as she read it.
This beautiful girl with firey red hair, talking to Fat Boy how can this be?
Nervous and scared Fat Boy ran away.
Run Fat Boy, Run! My bones ached with the thoughts.
You must catch her, keep her, hold this copper haired love and never let go.
RUN FASTER FAT BOY! Work harder Fat Boy! Be richer Fat Boy! Her father requires!
I caught her? Really and true? How do I deserve joy? And she to marry... the Fat Boy?
Her love caused Fat Boy to run away once again although this time alone without me in its tow.
--
Aaron Patterson
Aaron Patterson
Praying to a God
Praying to a God that I don't believe in.
And each time I wonder what's the reason, then I know.
All the eyes keep watching, judging, watching, always watching.
When I want nothing more to sit alone in my room they watch.
The eyes are always there I live across the street from the eyes.
The watching, judging eyes. They belong to so many.
The old women, and the young, their husbands who where drunk last night.
The boys and girls, the Deacons, the Teachers, the would be Saints.
Watching and judging the fat little preacher's kid who live across the street.
They watch him be weird as he's loud and uses those big words.
Why is the PK like that and not a redneck like a good gospel boy.
Why won't he listen I'm an adult after all. Are the words I hear most.
Perhaps because you're a fucking moron and I couldn't care in the least.
They watch and they judge and they judge and they watch.
As I grow older and learn how much they really truly fucking suck.
The eyes that are watching think that Daddy should know.
They tell him that I pass notes in church to see what he'll do.
They tell him I cursed once but it's not gossip 'cause its true!
They tell him how I drive at 16, dumb, just like you.
They tell him I need a beating because an old book said you should
Sometime he does it, but he was never really any good.
Years pass by and I live in that house, across from the eyes, just watching and judging
I gain age and I gain knowledge and enter my high school years.
Still a kid and still stupid but more man than my peers.
I see these people called adults all around me.
They are revered by the teens looked up to and feared.
Are they blind are they stupid? Are they insane can't they see!?
They are just more hypocrite eyes watching and judging so dumb as can be.
Do students who because they are younger than you,
lose some value? Do you even have a clue?
These same stupid people who presume to be my authority
Teach me my lessons on life and eternity.
They read from a book so old and decrepit,
rewritten so many times it had unicorns in it.
I grow older and move and learn more and more.
I am forced to pray to that God I believe in no more.
I keep the peace in a family so devout
I keep the peace in a family so devout
Hoping and praying my secret isn't found out.
The eyes are still watching, still judging, still watching.
Daddy stopped listening and I stopped caring.
--
Aaron Patterson
Aaron Patterson
~Opening line and title Inspired by the song Breakeven by The Script
The Day
The day I saw you in white was the day I cried.
You strode to me radiant in beauty out and inside.
We kissed, we laughed, we cried, we loved.
I held you, and you held me, hands white gloved.
In your eyes I fell, so deep so vast so wide.
The day I saw you in white was the day I cried.
The day I saw you in white was the day I cried.
I knew then why I found you, so she we could make.
A mess and a beauty all in one she caused my soul to ache.
I held her and never wanting to let go but fearing I might.
Full of pride, and hope, and wonder and fear, for her and my bride.
The day she came was the day I cried.
The day the business died was the day I cried.
You didn't see, I was alone and the door closed in a huff.
Our entire lives poured into it, gone in a puff.
I sat at my desk and cried. Knowing I had to be strong.
When I was done I told you the truth I sang you no song.
"This isn't fair!" you said, I know and that is why.
The day the business died was the day I cried.
The day we left our home we loved was the day I cried.
You still didn't see the tears, asleep right next to me.
I laid in our bed in a house we not our own,
crying softly, oh so softly, feeling so alone.
I was no longer a man, I was unable to provide.
The day we left our house we loved was the day I cried.
The day before Christmas was the day that I cried.
In a house not our own you and I sat alone.
We hugged and we shared while the little ones slept.
So hard, not fair, will they even care at how inept?
We sobbed and we cried and you saw me this time.
I wasn't so strong, but sometimes thats fine.
The day before Christmas was the day that I cried.
The days that I cried are so many so vast.
The pain is so strong and it pulls from the past.
No matter the number of days crying I go through
The ones remembered most I shared them with you.
--
Aaron Patterson
What Is A Man?
What is a man?
Is it that thing that hangs between my legs?
Then sure I'm a man.
But it's not.
Society has defined it throught the age.
Every generation yeilds it's own version,
The worrior, the scholar, the teacher, the father
Yet I sit and stare not knowing, not knowing
I sit and ponder and about my life and wonder
How would I know if I were a man
I am a husband a father a teacher and a dreamer
Yet I feel inadiquate so tiny to young
I've laughed, I've cried, felt pain, had mirth
Seen tourcher, felt heartach, been drunk,
Trod mountains, sifted deserts, touched glaciers,
Swam oceans, climbed trees, held babies,
Been loved, made love, touched lives, been touched.
I've lived. Does that make me a man?
What is a man?
Will I ever know?
Will I ever be?
--
Aaron Patterson
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