Randolph's Future

"Hey, fellas!" Randolph called, as we all tried
To make ourselves as scarce as possible,
"What's happening?" It made you want to pull
His teeth out, one by one, then roughly slide
A rat-tail file down most of his left side
While groaning like a wounded animal.
Our lives, however, were already full,
So all we did was jeer, grumble, and hide.

In later life, would Randolph somehow change
And find his way to something strong and good?
Such things do happen, and maybe they should,
To turn the tables on us, rearrange
Our attitude, instruct us. But it's strange:
It didn't – and we didn't think it would.