Holden Caulfield

Whooton School
Kicked out,
Elkton Hills,
Kicked out,
Pencey Prep
Kicked out,
I change my school,
Like people change
Their hair color.


I lived in Ossenburger Memorial Wing
of the new dorms.
Ward Stradlater,
My room mate,
That moron,
Thinks he's a hot-shot.


Ackley Kid,
Roomed next to me,
Never did I see,
Him brushing
His lousy teeth,
He damn near,
Made me sick,


That sick bastard.
I'm quite illiterate,
But I read a lot.


I know a few,
Authors too:
My brother D.B,
Ring Lardner,
Isak Dinsen,
Somerset Maugham.


It's night right now,
Ackley kid,
Boy, does he snore
Like a madman.


It's quite here,
You can't hear no cars
Anymore.
I got up,
And packed my two Gladstones,
Off to the goddam corridor,
Down the silent stairs,
With my red hunting hat on,
And my Gladstones,
And yell,
“Sleep tight, ya morons!”
I bet,
I woke up every bastard
On the whole floor.


Then I got the hell out.