it comes around

there used to be
a kid, a big
red haired kid,
on the bus
who on the coldest
day of winter,
would sit behind you
and snap his
finger against
your frozen
red ear, then
howl.
he was hated
by every small
kid in the school
that he
picked on
relentlessly.
so when you see
him on the news
years later,
being handcuffed
and taken from
his senatorial
office you are more
than just
a little pleased.
smiling as you
touch gently your
warm ear.