Sleeves from At Bay by jfbrontosaurus

They took the teachers to teach them to teach, and all of the teachers quit. And the hallways filled with substitutes, who could never find their keys. And the principals wept behind their desks in front of the bad seeds. My god these kids, they’ll all turn into people you don’t want to meet, while we beat our chests, sing, “We did our best!” as we slide our thumbs across screens. And shake our heads about whatever we’ve read of others’ misery. We’ll post our prayers, our thoughts and cares, and look for publicity to give ourselves peace, to give ourselves sleep - we’re too scared to wear our hearts on our sleeves.

• Bloomington IN
• Pop
• bananas
• basement pop
• jfbrontosaurus
• lauren records
• Bloomington