It's been years since I've seen
a single re-run
of ******-Doo

Although
the second
moment
I see a shot
or clip
I tumble so deep into nostalgia
that I drown
in
kool-aid

In a school that's been filled
With the brightest minds that have yet to be killed
A teacher preaches to the class
To each and every boy and lass
In order to make a poem like the old masters
One must rhyme and be a caster
Of magic, a wizard of words that enchant
Although I always tried I had to say
"I just can't"