He came late to the party, a big bash
celebration looking in every direction
party balloons, fireworks, happy people
so he reasoned invitations went out to
select personalities as the music thumped
wherever he went. Clearly, something was
afoot and society was generating buzz over
a colossal transformation. No more glum
faces, no under-the-breath mutterings.
This should be fun, so why was he so
confused? Wasn't that his old geography
teacher with the ramrod back and blue
tinted hair? And over there, the kid next
door he always took for a boy. Bloody
hell, there's the school bully, big, bad
and gruesome, wearing a pinafore and
stiletto heels. What kind of nightmare is
this, he looked wildly around him. What!
Wrong address? Inattention to flagrant
details glossed over coming back to haunt.
Now he's indignant: What's going on?
When did this all happen? Who let it
settle in? Where's the world I know?
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