Fetushead was a teacher of mine
who usually kept his temper in check,
but one day he lashed out at our class
when we weren’t paying attention to him
(we couldn’t answer the questions he asked).
There was something going on in his personal life
that caused him substantial stress,
but we students had no clue, being dumb kids at the time.
In retrospect,
perhaps
the fetus for a head
would have contributed to his overall grouchy demeanor
in that situation (and every other he would come to navigate).
That he kept his cool
for so much of the time
was taken for granted by
we,
the snot-nosed punks of
Lower Utilitaria,
the hallowed gated community founded by
J. Rick Rubins,
the only exalted LEADER that our planet can trust
to usher us into the 22nd Century we deserve.
WHARVED 