Conroy

BY: Nicholas Craig

As I drive by Giant I see Conroy riding his bike.

I thought he would hitch hike. He is a mutt because he’s just like those dogs

At Basha’s,

Just sitting there with no food.

He’s like dead flowers because he is always in the sun.

No water,

Just soda.

He dresses like an old classic rock star.

He is not straight,

He wears a blue cape.

He fell off his bike and he has a big scrape.

He thought he had faith.

He thought he was safe.

He couldn’t tie his shoe lace.

The police officer shot him with mace.

He broke my grandma’s vase.