Loud Mouth Lucy

Sing softly, Loud Mouth Lucy!
No one loves fingernails on a blackboard
Boys
and girls
Dressed in tablecloth kilts and
White button downs singing
Singing sweet hymns of childhood dreams
Their little angel voices float
Through the air ducts and the aged ears
of the educator

He shuffles me to the back of the crowd
Hides me behind tall Benny
His head absorbs my hopeful song
But I sing anyway
For Benny to hear my resistance
I am headed where these are not
I’ll be loud and make
history
They will be loud and make
babies

That mad man – six feet tall
Gangly arms waving
Picking
                 the pretty blonds to sing bad solos
Using his education
To gain favor from
                the insignificant