Aide, what kind of word is that?
More like a split personality.
To describe those bright green legs.
A revolving stomach that shouts, "GIVE ME MORE FOOD!"
A bladder that keeps repeating, "I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!" but never ever goes after saying this phrase about a million times.
Sometimes this looney does a dance on the marble squares or speaks to an alien from outer space.
Leaves for the whole period and shoots off her big fat fly trap.
Never returns until the next period starts and then, it's Chinese revenge.
Teacher or substitute just stuffs his face right along with the evil person until he turns blue.
The toddlers just rub their tummies for the China god to serve them with great delight.

Smashes my wheels right into white brick walls about four times a day.
Takes over every little conversation that I have by stuffing the mouth with tiny pieces of sandwich.
Leaves me unattended in the gloomy hallways to go gallivanting.
Gets a baby-sitter to tell stories and nursery rhymes to a full grown woman.
Yells, "WAIT! YOU CANNOT GO BACKWARDS!!!" as she runs like a nut chasing the daredevil.
Thinks that Cerebral Palsy means mental retardation and to make matters worse, she tells everybody that the woman is blank minded.
Destroyed an extremely remarkable luncheon date.
Leaves applesauce dripping all over gentle, teary, hurt, lonely, angry and sweaty face.
Had to deal with this disturbed mental patient all year long.
Could go on and on about the mental chamber, but can't.
Things that she did were beyond reality and to make matters worse, the whole swat team grew to hate my own mother.
Now, she has vanished into thin air and Mr. Butterball has to capture another crazy lunatic, sick.
Never, ever will forget those dreadful days where tears filled the heart with sorrow.

Farmer in the dell drove the intelligent brain to insanity.
Writes upside down and loves to sound the hurt soul down.
Always wants to be the big shot.
However, in my line of thinking, he is nothing but a clown.
Dresses as if he was going to a funeral or a wedding, or as if he was going to join the Barnum and Bailey Circus, what a sight!
Tells me how to think by using logic and gives lectures about how important a dictionary is.

Cannot even do simple algebra or just your basic arithmetic.
Therefore, the voice had to teach the super easy math by shouting, which caused many heart failures.
Scared to death of failure and so many tears were shed.
Extremely mad that you could cook onions and eggs right on my head!!!
Only failed two math tests for the year, which was totally amazing.
However, during that time, red was the exact color of my skin and smoke was rising from my ears.
Teacher had absolutely no conception of what was happening and to top it off, he yelled at the glowing flame.
Was so extremely upset that the mouth let out the flames of the raging hot fire and all that you could see was an extremely bright red blur screeching like a vicious hawk.
Felt so Goddamn ashamed to be in the slums.
Was an insult to the brilliant mind, but there was no way out.
Everybody blamed the failure on the sizzling flame and they thought that bright glimmering flame was a reflection of the disturbed child.
Tried to make Bozo the clown understand, but it was hopeless.
Clown thought that the brain was ill for some odd reason.
If I could describe this blood and guts story, this paper would be drenched with tears.

With blood, tears, sweat and determination, failure had slowly faded away.
When the A's began to stack up on the stupid report card the rain finally stopped.
However, all the credit went to the clown because of his wishy washy title.
Shouldn't really blame him because on the other side of the coin, there was a pal who just couldn't do tests.
Failure was written all over his face and the nightmares that he put me through were enough to kill.
Had to scream like hell just to switch tutors to prevent unfair grades.

To those who are reading this living hell, you do not realize how much the mental knife hurts.
Try to picture yourself locked up in a mind boggling handicap and trying so Goddamn hard just to prove that intelligence is living.
Run to your friends and let them numb the burning hole, but you will never be in a box to really experience the insides of an injured soul.
Do not want your pity, guilt, or your silly old lies.

Cannot spill anymore of my jail sentence because pure anger has taken over the body.
So much to say, if I can only show you the hurt that is screeching for help...

March 18th, 1988 finally arrived and now, it just flew away to haunt another victim.
This exact date will live and breathe in my raging sizzling hot soul FOREVER.
There aren't any correct words to express my unspoken and twirling emotions.
Been waiting and waiting to climb out of the hellhole since the last babyboom; seems longer than that.
Cannot believe that I, Yvonne Singer, sucked all of the peabrains right up in one huge breath and never let any one of them escape, WOWEE ZOWEE!!!
Superman was meant for this type of work, but the general public would probably stop wasting their money to keep him alive.
Not even Alex P. Keaton could win the joke of the past four long and suffering years, if he had had my Cerebral Palsy.
Four years of total hogwash, and nothing to show for it except for these words, a dopey award, and the high jail diploma.
Free at last to find happiness, but where the hell is it??????

Dancing freely in the nude on my good-bye rose petal as the red plumb and tender aching heart of mine starts bleeding once again.
Scared to death to be locked away in a mental institution for the rest of my life as the principal speaks from his little walnut-shaped heart.
"THIS AWARD IS AWARDED ONLY TO THE AWARDEE WHO HAS SHOWN ONLY THE FINEST ATTITUDE TOWARDS LIFE, THE UNIVERSE, AND WELL, EVERYTHING." tells a short story of how the fruitcakes made the game of education into a piece of crap as a tender hurtful hug was given.
Remember all of the happy motions that my achy pink body produced on this day as the rose petal slowly died beneath my stiff feet.
Cannot handle the operation pain any longer as sand began to cover my worn out eyeballs.
Standing in mid air in the nude is a pretty sight from up above, but what is the color of mother nature's sky?
So calm, peaceful, and so brain dead are the sharp heartless words that describe this graveyard in the early morning light.
Head just drooped and the inspiring soul of mine is drifting to follow the yellow brick road.

A time to eat, a time to rest, a time to love, but never enough time to explore the wonderful feeling of being alive.
Laughing and playing with Farmer Brown's chickens can give anybody heartburn.
However, those two painful and extremely long years proved that a real super intelligent cherub was trying to break through the disturbed outer shell.
Never ever will forget when the symbol that meant high honor roll appeared for every marking period on my report card for those two stupid years.

Still standing in the nude in mother nature's cool and peaceful sky as tears begin to rinse my soft pale skin.
Smiling real wide and giggling as a wild dark blue sneer and silky sheet covered my naked figure in slow motion.
Skipping and jumping rope with the sweet and fun loving daisy is the image that is flowing through my keen story book.
"DON'T DRINK ANY COFFEE BEFORE YOU SPREAD YOUR TINY WINGS..." said the fresh breathtaking and smiling daisy as the vanilla white thick sailor rope rose to touch the flying soaring eagle.
Laughter fills the free flowing air as the light green grass begins to swish and sway just like a friendly ocean.
Out of breath and about to fall into the fresh cut light green grass as each strong muscle in my body fought the rules of gravity.
Perspiration began to drip from the top of my spine as all four limbs were flailing.
Steam was streaming out of my nose as a gentle breeze blew the wild dark blue sheer and silky sheet right off my damp wet body.
Then, the wild dark blue sheer and silky sheet started to dance as goose bumps formed on my tender soggy and pale skin.
Teeth were chattering a mile per minute as my strong hard working muscles gave up the tough fight.
BOOM! Right into the light green grass as a screech from the hell hole was heard.

"EVERYTHING COULD BE FINE AND DANDY IF YOU JUST SAY 'HI! HI!'" were those kind words that rolled out from the daisy's mouth.
Sizzling hot tears were really scampering down my scared face as a round piece of a yellow gumdrop fell on my left precious nipple.
"THERESA!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU??? OH PLEASE, DON'T COLOR HER PURE SHARP RED HEART BLACK!!!" scared the living daylights out of the sweet daisy who was now holding my right sweaty hand.
My skinny shiny legs began to ride an invisible bike as the healthy glowing daisy was struggling to hug me.
Evil blinded my deep chocolate eyes and the world that was full of happiness became a blur as the sounds of moving desks re-entered my computer.
"YVONNE SHOULD GO TO A SPECIAL SCHOOL WHERE THEY CAN ADAPT TO HER NEEDS......" made my whole sweaty nude body do a flip right in mid air.
Screaming so damn L-O-U-D is causing my left leg to twitch.
Hair just turned into a brillo pad because the pressure is much too high.
The perspiration will not stop leaking out of my nude and tender body as those chubby bright dark green legs are hopping just to go to the bathroom.
Fingers are in constant motion as new fresh blood starts gushing out from both hands.
"COME ON MRS. SINGER, SHE DOES NOT KNOW OR UNDERSTAND THE WORK." shook the whole damn earth as these burning hot memories drew closer and closer.
Lungs are really working overtime as my stomach began to move like a rollercoaster.
Blood was everywhere as tears and snot were slowly mixing together on my puzzled and flustered face.
Can see Jellybelly standing in room 300 telling his old famous jokes as high pitched screeches pierced the sound barriers.
Acting so "hip" and playing the role of a student just makes me want to throw up as a huge sharp dagger was placed in my left hand.
Both eyes of mine are now popping out of their sockets as sweat starts to pick up speed.
Mouth just now dropped wide open as the bright tomato dark red blood drained from all of my wounds.
"MIKE! PLEASE MAKE A DECISION BEFORE THE MORONS BRAINWASH YOU!" washed all of the blinding tomato dark red blood away as my bleeding heart sped up.
Skin had just turned a nasty fiery orange as perspiration was running down right between my jelly-like breasts.
Struggling so damn hard just to sit up is no simple task as the sky turned pale light purple.
Both arms very slowly fighting the laws of Cerebral Palsy trying to push against the pale light purple sky as my fiery orange skin began to glisten.
Tears were still scampering down my glossy, sizzling hot, frightened, and fiery orange face as the sun slowly appeared.
Stomach muscles were really pulling as my trunk rose in slow motion.
Bit my lip and I just closed my eyes tight shut as the dagger melted.
Halfway up as my slick sloshy legs started to twist and turn.
Sweat and heart rate each quickened their pace as steam was still pouring out of my nose.
Moaning, groaning, and clenching my teeth are all terrific signs of hard labor as the golden warm sun was trying to soak up all of my perspiration.
Finally, sitting in the Indian position right in the middle of the deep light pale purple sky feels so electrifying, check it out!
Huffing and puffing like hell as speckles of sweat and pure perspiration flickered underneath the sunlight.

Suddenly, a big bold capital letter appeared in the deep misty purple lit sky as my lungs finally calmed down.
It was the letter F as my deep rich brown eyes studied this life-sized object as more tears floated down my flushed face.
Began to rock back and forth to keep in control as the humungous dark pitched black letter F spun.
The sun stretched his rays and yawned as my hair started to feel soft again.

"OH MY GOD!!! AAAHH!!! IT IS NOT MY FAULT! I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THE SLOPPY WRITTEN WORDS!!!!!!" shattered the deep misty light purple sky as the life-threatening letter F headed straight for me.
Trembling so damn hard that I lost my balance and now my wounded pounding heart is laying right on the surface of my fiery hot orange vibrant skin.
Laying flat on my back screeching like never before and bashing all four limbs against the cracked deep misty purple sky.
"SHIT GOD!!! II TTHHOUGHT TTHHATT YYYOUUU WWWERE WERE ON MMYY SSSSIDE!!!" just made the cracked deep misty pale purple lit sky fall down to gloomy colorless hard ground.
Now the colorless sky burns just like a light bulb as the darting giant big black solid F is drawing nearer and nearer!!!!!
Breathing like this was my last moment on earth as my blood pressure began to reach its limits.
ZOOM! BANG!!! BOOM!!! BAM!!! POW!!! CRASH!!! WHAM!!! ZAP!!! KOWPOWEE!!! SMACK!!! WOWEE!!! ZOWEE!!! AAAHH!!! Everything that was left from the atmosphere now was falling DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, DOWN, ALL THE WAY DOWN to the dreary bitter cold ground.

"HEY VALLEYGIRLS IF YOU WANT TO SOCIALIZE, DO IT OUTSIDE, NOT IN THIS CLASSROOM!" said the teacher in a crisp clear voice as the jail setting came into view.
Everything looks so REAL as my chipered dazzling deep brown eyes discovered that my fiery bright orange nude figure was resting on an old, rusty, creaky, filthy and dark navy blue wheelchair.
A saint was sitting in this dirty dusty dingy pale green chair taking notes right in my white snowy notebook as the perspiration began to slip and slide again.
Glancing at all of the four brick walls and staring at the tan stained grimy tiles just sends chills up my spine.
Studying at the shocking bleached pearly glaring white ceiling is causing luke warm tears to fall as my plump and tender heart started to vibrate.

A stream of this awesome perky daylight began to peek through the old ripped tan window shades as my chest started to heave for an escape route.
Noticing the florescent lemon yellow writing lying on the ugly dark, olive green board just makes my soft brown curly hair stand up as snot was hanging on my juicy dark iridescent red lower lip.
Both of my greasy and sticky arms are hooked back on the old heap of junk, making my breasts flex.
"WHY DID CHARLES MANSON FORM A FAMILY? COME ON YOU GUYS! WHERE ARE YOUR MINDS??" shouted the old wise teacher who was banging the life out of a beaten up, filthy and shabby old desk with his fist as my volume rose into a high, piercing screech.

Absolutely amazing! Nobody could hear me for some unknown odd reason as perspiration spotted the teacher's glasses.
No reaction at all as I turned to catch a glimpse of all thirty pimple faces.
A rusty screw just popped out of the old rattling, dark navy blue wheelchair as my slimy, slick, shiny, clean, wet and damp nude trunk twisted to see the action.
Heartbeat started to race against the wacky, dumb old smashed clock as I began to swallow some of the excess saliva.
Sweat and simple pure tears have entered some kind of marathon as my nude female body glided right out of the rattling old rusty dark blue heap of junk.
S/C/R/E/A/M/I/N/G my head off like a nut is causing new fresh tomato red blood to spatter everywhere.
"WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE, AGAIN!?!?!" is the exact question that broke the magical spell as my slimy, slick, glowing, sizzling hot and nude body bled to death.

"PLEASE OH PLEASE GOD, LET HER TOUCH SOME COTTON CANDY!!!!!!" cried the whimpering daisy who was holding on to me for dear life.
Her luke warm and sensitive tears just brought the wonderful world that was full of sunshine back to my raging soul.
"OH MY LORD!!! THE DEVIL FINALLY KICKED YOU OUT OF THE HELL HOLE ONCE AND FOR ALL!!!" yelled the cheery young daisy who was now kissing my whole body.
A big giant grin appeared on my calm and tired face as laughter made everything sparkle.
"STOP THAT! THE DAREDEVIL IS HERE TO STAY TO SKI THE TENDER RAINBOW." made the golden delicious yellow sun spin as my eyes opened.
Daylight is so glorious and all of the pretty vibrant colors seem to be so much at peace.
All of the perspiration, tears, blood, and snot disappeared as I am lying here in the light green grass just watching my daisy bloom.