Teacher, oh don’t leave those animals
To run feral and throw their own faeces ’round
(Only material they have)
“I also cried, but I learnt” is an anthem
To good conjugation
And maintenance of an orderly past
Which I support, at the headmaster’s direction

Well, stack those Bravos
On Page 1, you see we have vowels
The only noises these scions know how to make

Unfortunately they are all you need
To know the Capitol gods can’t always win

Because now chaos is re-ordered
And new sins are made

So they can push us to the back
And reorder our Bravo stack
Where the eldest is softest
Paper’s thinner, dye’s faded
Anaemic, hits less hard

A funny thing I noticed,
Before the circling birdies
Finished their orbit

On Page 25 is a spoiler:
In this weather,
Piggy always dies
It doesn’t take an October surprise
But ruined hopes and dreams
To make the voice of reason untranslatable