At the end of the day, the end of the day
they arrive
The shadows guarding their stake
At the end of the day
She screamed herself
into exhaustion
Sometimes from a failed disciplinary action
doing the opposite of what it was supposed to do
The shadows make such a clamor
their voices cracking, adolescent
At the end of the day
their cursive lettering carefully guarded
No one is going to fuck with their mark
At the end of the day
The guardian shadows take their posts, Imbibe, trash talk
Bust each other's balls
The boredom makes them edgy
By Debra Girard, July 3, 2011
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