Show us what has left the back of your eyelids burning. Send pictures of visual trespass and peculiarities to copyeditor [at] sfreporter.com, subject “eyedropper.”

Since you've all been a little slow with Eyedropper submissions this week (see above for directions on how to get your wonderful little pictures posted as an Eyedropper), I will continue to lambaste innocent children, like the middle schooler who created this gem of a poem.

I AM A LITTLE KID THAT LIKE LOWRIDERS

I AM A KID WHO HATES SCHOOL

I AM A KID WHO BLOWS HOLES IN THE WALL

I AM A KID WHO LIKES TO DRIVE

Actually, no I won't. Normally I'd dissect the poem and then berate the child who made it and perhaps his parents and the failing American educational system. But this week, let it suffice that you, Average Jane and Joe American, will have to contend with this child because you didn't feel the extra tax money toward public education was worth it—worth a decent future among decent people without holes in their walls.

Know that because of your avarice and apathy, this kid who hates school will not be in school. Instead he'll be cutting school, driving around your neighborhood in his lowrider (a lowrider he like) and blowing holes into your walls.