Birds

I am in
The 4th
Grade told
I am a red bird
As we are divided
Into various groups
Blue birds highest in
Test averages and our
Teacher is drawing a line
On the blackboard warning
Me not to be complacent just
Because I am at the top of the
Needs improvement list a flash
Back I recall sitting in a managers
Meeting I do not really belong to be
In as I manage no one but draw
From all the others to supply
Traffic forecasts around
Texas but what strikes
My memory is our
Knock-out blond
Boss facing the
Whiteboard as
She draws a
Line under
Her name
Telling us
Anyone
Under
This
Line is
Just a techno
Dweeb which is
All of us so we smile
But cannot laugh and she
Turns to look at us unaware
Of our shared reaction which
We guard as a secret realization
Of how we are perceived from
Above on the table of section
Organization at the Dept. of
Transportation but in the
Back of my mind is my
4th-grade teacher a
Person unaware of
The feelings of
Others which
I am aware
Is one sign
Of some
One
Who is a
Sociopath
But I see as
Simply just rude.
But, birds of a feather
Flock together in charge.