o when you were youngndid you enjoy ntaking the trolley every day to the private school?no where the air hangs heavynwith the vague smell of ingratitudenno when you came backnhow did you know that i had replaced younas the kid called on by others to be a humiliated fool?ndaring me to swim the levy nwith a face full of vodka, toonneveryone says you are the king of the swish and it's cool, yeah, it's coolnwhen you came back there was a sign on your locker:nyou're the biggest mary in the entire school.nndown the bright orange hallnby the language labnsneaking a nap in the back of some old, deserted church pewnhiding from your peers and teachersnjust waiting for your ticket to come throughnyou want to run off to paris and live like rimbaudnin a communenanything, really, to take you awaynfrom the table-waiting fate that awaits you, toonneveryone says you are the king of the swish and it's cool, yeah, it's coolnwhen you came back there was a sign on your locker:nyou're the biggest mary in the entire school.