People glare and whisper amongst themselves about him,

Of a reality possibly exaggerated

They converse about his public leach,

As they speak out from the orifices of etiquette

Much has been spoken, little has been said,

Their lip service too isolated for any sense of meaning

Maybe it was the crowded rehabilitation system,

Or the conditions surrounding the boy’s behavior was sympathetic,

But the fact is he travels freely with conditions,

Reputation auctioned off