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you ******* with your smirk and your bow tying fingers and your ****** classic ******* rock music: who let you in here, to lumber about the lambs like Putin and Crimea ?? why do you bother introducing sophomores to Oedipus and pronouncing the center O (like it ******* matters; linguistics are more organic than carbon-based chemistry) or teaching seniors of Two Vast & Trunkless Legs of Stone standing alone in the desert, artifice of arrogance just as graduation and self-congratulatory partying and revelry and diploma-framing. I think I know: masochism is your middle name, and maybe, after all, it is worth it, when a collegiate who barely remembers your face and never remembered the color of your eyes, or his homework, name drops Hemingway and Faulkner to a college professor, blossoming an argument, and later, a companionship. maybe, after all, it is worth it.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Kevin Hugh
you ******* with your smirk and your bow tying fingers and your ****** classic ******* rock music: who let you in here, to lumber about the lambs like Putin and Crimea ?? why do you bother introducing sophomores to Oedipus and pronouncing the center O (like it ******* matters; linguistics are more organic than carbon-based chemistry) or teaching seniors of Two Vast & Trunkless Legs of Stone standing alone in the desert, artifice of arrogance just as graduation and self-congratulatory partying and revelry and diploma-framing. I think I know: masochism is your middle name, and maybe, after all, it is worth it, when a collegiate who barely remembers your face and never remembered the color of your eyes, or his homework, name drops Hemingway and Faulkner to a college professor, blossoming an argument, and later, a companionship. maybe, after all, it is worth it.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
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