Penguin

Young boy sitting innocently in his 5th Grade class,

Male teacher calls out the young boy's given name.

Go to the boiler room, It will be such a fun blast!

Young boy rises, with tears, he knows the weird games.

Trying to recall the minutes that were played there,

He only remembers ugly hugs the teacher gives.

Dark clouds block the mind, boy asks, "Is it fair?”

The penguin, teacher called, sick life he lives.

"What happened in the room?” silently the boy asks,

The stage set for the future, is definitely in the bag.

Longing desire to seek out the honest truth lasts,

Now, young man marries a young girl, he is no hag!

Inner dreams, sick perverted years have been spent,

Male classmate lives parallel life in a similar twirl.

Both men become older ahead the years are sent,

Life, speeding quickly ahead, like a tornado’s whirl,

Marriages end in divorce, same evil casts a spell.

Disconnected reality, sick fantasies they do reign,

One man, young boy in class, trying to escape hell.

Did he really love her or just cause her much pain?

Young boy overcomes sickness remembering the games,

Sets out to conquer Satan's angels the body within.

What happened in boiler room goes up in red flames,

New mind, New Soul, It is time for life to begin!