A shirt was worn at school today, the background was hot pink.
A hundred morphing hearts it had, each one shaped distinct.
You see they did not fill the shirt, they squeezed into a shape,
A simple skull they formed into, my eyes they were agape.
I searched on line for quite some time, to find a similar design.
I could not find the self same shirt, but one of kindred spirit,
Advertised an infant tee, I wondered who would wear it.
Someone who thinks that death is cool, and poisoning is cute.
Someone who loves to play the fool, someone who says, just do it.
Someone who buys whatever’s sold, believes whatever they are told.
Haunting as ’twas worn so bold, the girl autistic, nine years old.