Being
a teenage boy,
is
difficult in and of itself—
Yet
being
a bit on the
mawkish
side, certainly
didn’t
help matters much
and so…enter
those
cruel, terribly cruel
children,
that would incessantly
stir
upon his sentimentality, urging him,
into
what they determined, all
by
themselves that is, that
tears
were
and still are, the mark of an effeminate
Ellen,
and regardless of what could
be
said, nothing would be convincing,
short
of the quite exhaustive manage
a
octuor, performed upon the forty-five
yardline,
in front of a capacity crowd,
just
moments before the homecoming
would
commence —
With
the ripeness of fireworks
still
emancipating the testosteronic air-
waves
of hungry adolescents, only
seeking
for any sign, that
the
apocalypse is assuredly
close
at hand—
and
even then, not everyone
would
be convinced
Coming from
a very traditional Reich of a family, particularly among the male members of
the lineage, any break
from
how things are, have been, is inexcusable, motive or reasoning aside, for they
simply don’t matter much, as in their eyes, all such derivations from
tradition, are nothing more than that of a stain, one that will forever taint
the forward progression of kindred history…yet
Something
must be changed, an alteration of some sorts needed to occur, and despite being
the latest descendant in a long and storied line of dicks, it just made sense
to have a go at simply being rich
Not
that this would help much, but it
was
a beginning, and it was either that
or
giving in to all the social perceptions
upon
his person, regardless how incorrect
they
were…
And
so, the next day,
after
the one that just concluded,
not
including the weekend crammed in-between,
he
walked to school, head held-up, and those steps,
concrete
under feet, brimming
with
newfound confidence and self-referential charm
And
this time, he felt the gasp of power, pulsing, throbbing
through
his engorged veins, straining but only momentarily,
and
ass those old wooden doors were swinging wide, his nemesis no longer had
control, and the widest grin, glowed an aura he’d never known, as each his
rubbered sole, placed their footholds
up
on into the warmth within
People
would treat him differently now, this he knew and understood
better
than anything he ever knew before…
Mawkish
comes from the Norse
word
Mathkr, which conveniently
translates
to maggot in the
English
tongue—
which,
of course, his knowledge of such
trivia,
probably does’nt entirely advance the
matters
much; to which, perhaps, just probably,
perhaps,
the cockiness exuding through him then
and
there, was all a little bit premature
