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Radioactive Boy

Radioactive Boy

Stay away from the radioactive boy 
KEEP OUT! KEEP OUT! KEEP OUT! 
His sole existence is meant to destroy
KEEP OUT! KEEP OUT! KEEP OUT!
Emitting gamma rays that set you ablaze
KEEP OUT! KEEP OUT! KEEP OUT! 
always with the same blank face 

If approached, wear a mask 
If he’s crying, don’t ask 
Just bottle his tears in a flask
With that, you’ve completed your task 

Don’t be seen with the radioactive boy
DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
Your classmates will start to act coy
DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
A mere touch causes your cells to multiply 
DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!
and the radioactive boy wonders why 

When he walks the halls students run
When he was born a game of tag begun
When he enters rooms they go empty 
when there’s still space for plenty 

Never be nice to the radioactive boy
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
Radiation kills all joy
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
Girls will whisper and wonder if you
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
have become radioactive too

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Jim "The Lad" ....

cool concept and write! Welcome to Cosmo!..........................................Jim

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The fish of the sea

I`m not sure what to say... a highly resonating write... discrimination from a young age, no matter what country, it plagues our schools... 

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