Ricky Pisspants

A short piece of Ricky's history.

Ricky couldn’t stomach courage.
He’d reckon it wasn’t quite palatable.
He was tall and lanky and cold like skin and bones.
Like a rickety old fence post.
The kids, they’d say, “Hey Rickety!  Rickety, hey!  Where you going, Rickety?!”
He’d eat the words and stuff em down.
He always had nowhere to go and not enough time to get there.
Every night he would purge.
Home, all alone.  Crying like he was swinging for the fences.
Just sick, sick, sick.
Ricky scared easy too.
One time the kids knocked on his window at 2 am and woke him up. 
They were dressed in all black and Ricky wet his bed.
Now they call him Ricky Pisspants. 
In time, he would grow fond of that name because
it’s not a hard one to live up to.
He'd smile because he knew the pressure was off.

Reviews

[Judy McIntosh]

A glimpse into one's little life. I thought this was clever. The last line is particularly telling because he will accept that name and just not have to deal with the insult or pressure of fighting it. A scared boy reacting to life's situations. cheers jude