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My college instituted a new policy today. In an effort to promote solidarity, All students, professors, service workers, Janitors, coaches, board members, Dining hall workers, librarians, baristas, Gardeners and printers Are required to mark their foreheads, A sort of branding if you will, With permanent marker. This is retroactive immediately. I had thought I had seen it all within week one: Lions, GPAs, phone numbers concealed by long bangs Personality traits, four letter words, names of significant others The very same that were crossed out as the bottom fell out, Rocket ships, Or what I'm assuming were rocket ships, Advertisements, slogans, “taken”. I also saw bar codes And statistics And long, non-terminating sequences. I looked at myself in the mirror And saw that I had not yet marked my forehead. I pulled out a sharpie And upon my face Highlighted my wrinkles. Because, who isn't tired of being a cog in the machine? And who doesn't worry about life otherwise?
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
The Institution We Are In
My college instituted a new policy today. In an effort to promote solidarity, All students, professors, service workers, Janitors, coaches, board members, Dining hall workers, librarians, baristas, Gardeners and printers Are required to mark their foreheads, A sort of branding if you will, With permanent marker. This is retroactive immediately. I had thought I had seen it all within week one: Lions, GPAs, phone numbers concealed by long bangs Personality traits, four letter words, names of significant others The very same that were crossed out as the bottom fell out, Rocket ships, Or what I'm assuming were rocket ships, Advertisements, slogans, “taken”. I also saw bar codes And statistics And long, non-terminating sequences. I looked at myself in the mirror And saw that I had not yet marked my forehead. I pulled out a sharpie And upon my face Highlighted my wrinkles. Because, who isn't tired of being a cog in the machine? And who doesn't worry about life otherwise?
In an effort to protect the identity of my college and whereabouts, this poem has been edited to be more generic. I hope, however, that you enjoy it.
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andrew-klein
American
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
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