He stands before us,
a boy
a man
something awkwardly in between.
He scratches at his patchy beard
as his eyes wildly dart from one side of the room to the other
His giant pants are placed just high enough
as he paces around barefoot with some kind of growth on his toes.
His desk looks like a hurricane hit it
but somehow worse.
and Jim caught him watching porn
in the public lounge
a month or two ago.
He's a freak.
He's gone now.
poof, without a word,
just gone.
I hear he'd finally had it
with all the freaks around.
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