Trouble Maker

Troublemaker

He

Has an egg shaped head

And a memory fuzzy

Like the outside of a peach

He sits

As though his office chair

Is a throne

Passing judgment

On those who dare come before him

His decisions

Are final

His rule is absolute

And he detests drama

Especially two days before Christmas

And then there’s me

I sit before him

With my fishnets and my combat boots

Just another decision

 Two days before Christmas

He throws words at me

“Drama queen” and

“Trouble maker”

The kids have other names for me

But I don’t tell him that

After all I wouldn’t

Want to be a

Trouble maker

Its two days before Christmas

So he lets me go

He thinks he is being generous

It is not what I want to hear

I return to class

I doodle on my arm

And I curse my stupid principal

And his egg shaped head