You Could Do A Lot

Somehow It Always Comes Back To Coal At School.

The Sun Persists In Rising, So I Make Myself Stand

While I Was Waiting...i Ate Your Lunch.

I Killed You. And You. And You.

My Voice, At First Rough And Breaking On The High Notes, Warms Up Into Something Splendid. A Voice That Would Make The Mockingjays Fall Silent And Then Tumble Over Themselves To Join In.