There was Fudge
who always wore a navy blue blazer
and thick glasses
with his brown hair slicked straight back
looking like a diehard fan of the Chicago Bears.
Cookie was a bit of a mystery
since calling him by that name
guaranteed being chased.
Rumor had it he picked it up
in the slammer
after being slammed one too many times.
I forget what he looks like.
Mickey Mouse was a round man
presumably of mixed blood
the color of Irish coffee
with a frizzy thin moustache
and two tell-tale
puffs of hair on either side of his head
resembling giant black round ears
like the ones they glue to those beanies
at Disney World or Land or both
and I'm pretty sure he had a high-pitched voice.
And then there was the army of angry
African American pear-shaped lesbians
who spoke with potentially beautiful
Southern drawls tainted by inescapable urbanese.
Those were my favorite ones.
Oh
to be young again
having nothing to fear but
being empty handed
when one of these characters
unfit to supervise children
asked to see a hall pass.
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