nobody, no body, no bo( d )y, no boy
Albert W Lee ‘20,
You should know how much a doctor can hurt.
Ask him, “How much is a little boy worth?”
I thought he just wanted to help change my shirt.
So why were his fingers deep up my worth?
He gave me stickers, cookies, and Gushers.
How could he, so tenderly, poach my worth?
I trusted him because he was so sure.
Why should I have known? How much was I worth?
If only little ole’ me was alert.
Tell me, “How much was my little boy worth?”
I wish, I wish, with all my heart, that no
body will find the answer, but still throw