The lonely one

After the chain ratteling workshop,

He just walked, dazed.

He had a window, till fifth.

Counting steps, counting dust.

Others go on in groups.

They internalized the axiom

About all pulling together.

They knew the score,

The world is harsh.

You need wormth,

You need buddies.

But,

You need to be cool to get those.

The PB&W(orm) that he made,

hurridely in the morning,

He ate with little relish,

Charlie brown said it best:

You know that you’re lonely

When the peanut butter

sticks to your pallet.

Oh , existence..

Took out his book,

Read it, bored.

What’s going on with me?

Maybe I should get a pet,

A dust bunny?

A mite or two?

I just can't bring mylef to enjoy

I just can't find comfort in anything.

He haunted, the hallway

For a while more, until the bell.