The Social Ladder

i attend the typical highschool

with flora, fauna, a social ladder

yesterday, hurrying, i bumped into them

the top of the food chain

queen kay and her minions

you see me, the typical nerd with doctor aspirations

as you'd know it, socially, i'm at the bottom

they snarled like typical lionesses

baring straight white fangs

at despicable me

always clutching a book to my abless abdomen

there was no way I could stand up to them

"oh look, it's danny." queen kay circled me.

stuck in their midst, i shivered, raw meat

"i'll take this." the lioness snatched my ben carson

"if you want it, beg me in the auditorium."

do you think so, danny? an inner voice rose

wear your battle gloves, play their role

manning up, i decided, enough was enough

with safety gloves, i approached the popular spot

with bravado, i climbed the social ladder

moving to kay and demanding for my novel

it might not seem pointless, fighting the foot you're under

but once you can breathe, why you'd fought, you'd discover

kay, eyes flashing, lips curling, ready to pounce

pretended i wasn't existing in the presence of her cult

"do you want to be seen carrying a ben carson?" i whispered

"it's not quite reputable for a person of your sort."

and once you can breathe, you'd discover

how you were chained to another's ladder

queen kay squirmed at the mention of reputation

other populars already looked at her with question

"fine," she said, throwing me my ben carson

and i left the harmless den of lionesses and lions

once you can breathe, you'd see

you've always breathed, at the top of your ladder