Hidoko

It has been bugging me since Primary School;

Trying to get me into deep trouble,

Whispering for sleep to dawn

And often it has succeeded,

But my teacher would knock on the table—

To the principal's office I go.
 
 

Often during ECA time,

When I've nothing good to do

Often I'd do something weird.

Like drawing a whirlpool

In the middle of a serene

Sunset scene

Or put stars on fruits

And fail my Art.
 
 

Sometimes I wish

That I catch it—

The thing that's making me do these things.

And cut it into many halves

Then flush it down the toilet.

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