Alas in class I can not stand,
for sitting stuck
I am
Bricked in within this open tomb,
a lamb not on the lamb
Penned in among a hundred sheep,
as, subtle thought, is shorn
This lectures lies on liberty,
a dogma badly worn
A lass up front, her words float forth,
entreating minds, "Obey!"
As silence echos loudly back,
against the yawning day
Perhaps tis cruel to vicious rule
this agony too long
To taunting treat and witty beat
this croaking siren song
Alas in class I must to stay,
or lass will doom my GPA
But even so I worry not,
as time entangles now my lot
For though this lass has caught me in
a class from which I wish to win
my freedom yet I do not fear
the warped ties that bind me here
at last a lass will be no more,
this bit of class will dull it's bore
And freedom will at last then come
as class, alas and this, is done
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Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 11:52 PM UTC
Alas in class I can not stand,
for sitting stuck
I am
Bricked in within this open tomb,
a lamb not on the lamb
Penned in among a hundred sheep,
as, subtle thought, is shorn
This lectures lies on liberty,
a dogma badly worn
A lass up front, her words float forth,
entreating minds, "Obey!"
As silence echos loudly back,
against the yawning day
Perhaps tis cruel to vicious rule
this agony too long
To taunting treat and witty beat
this croaking siren song
Alas in class I must to stay,
or lass will doom my GPA
But even so I worry not,
as time entangles now my lot
For though this lass has caught me in
a class from which I wish to win
my freedom yet I do not fear
the warped ties that bind me here
at last a lass will be no more,
this bit of class will dull it's bore
And freedom will at last then come
as class, alas and this, is done
For more see:
~ http://aweavingofwords.blogspot.com ~