The Man at School

I see a man at school each time I have class.
You might not think that unusual, but he sits on top of a door frame.

I say "hi"to him every day I pass him in the hall and he only stares. Unmoving. Like a statue.

and he has no clothes.

or nose.
or mouth.

and he is a bit smaller than the average human.

 

Perhaps he just likes hanging out, presumably thinking thick, clay-like thoughts, like (photoshoot.mm. AwkWARd) in caveman speak.