#faculty
Having dispatched the sound rabble
with mostly love,
our already flaccid balloon
deflates with a final raspberry
a fitting fanfare to a term
that left its markers marked,
the shared mirth,
across eyes and hearts,
at a **** noise
proving once again:
we are why we’re here
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC
write the beginning of a
sentence in capital letters
mind the dots please.
you mustn't forget to finish a
sentence properly as
well as writing in accordance to
the given guidelines of
our faculty and its members
esteemed personalities who would never
forget a dot.
can you sense how i
talk and how i
take care
of my writing?
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
They badgered me, berated me.
They beat me and they hated me.
They seemed to want me to die
Too soon, then, so did I.
I was different, and that was the reason.
Too many saw that as a form of treason.
I had to adhere to the boundaries
That were set for us artificially
They had no reference to reality;
More to some kind of elite tyranny.
And, I still find it horribly strange
That very little has changed.
The rules are still very much
Incredibly socially out of touch.
Strive to be elite or be beaten
And ultimately, almost literally eaten
By the swarm of mindless fools
That go on defending the rules
That allow children to be thugs
And, come to school to sell drugs;
That let the criminals escape
And, turn a blind eye to ****
And abuse and battering
But keep the ******** clattering
At PTA, school board and council meetings
More concerned with politics
Than the real-time subjects
Such as kids afraid of attending
Because the battlefield is never ending.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
I was the frightened little kid
Who got pushed against the wall.
I wasn’t terribly masculine
Had acne and was not very tall.
Or maybe it was my intelligence
Or artistic talent that drew the ire.
It was an ever-changing list
That drew my fellow student’s fire.
Maybe it was that my game
Was never quite there for sports.
Or maybe when I did not join
On jokes about **** and other sorts
Of woman demeaning quips
They had to have learned at home.
Parental misguidance one oh one
Not learned at school on the roam.
Whatever it was, I got beaten
And locked inside my own locker.
And I got called ***** and ***
Now isn’t that a big fat shocker?
I got shoved around in hallways
And knocked out cold by a creep.
I didn’t even know the ****
But he decided to put me to sleep.
And when the faculty was called
I was suspended along with the guy.
The school’s policy it seemed
Was to punish both kids. Ask why.
I asked and I was told sternly
That the school really did not care
The attacker and the attacked
Had the same punishment to share.
Now, in this case, the attacker was
Known to be a ruffian and a miscreant.
And I was known to be a wimp.
So why give me unusual punishment
When I was already being punished
For not being some kind of snorting ****
This was like the school system
Giving my jaw an extra and official sock!
It would be nice to say about this
That it was a totally isolated incident,
And that principals seldom pass out
This officially thoughtless kind of punishment.
But I heard that line so many times
I could have lip-synched right along with him
As the principal mouthed a policy line
From a time grown distant and dangerously dim.
School gym coaches called us girls
If we didn’t keep up with hand-picked brutes
Who enjoyed inherited musculature
And bigot approved physical attributes.
So those of us who were who we were
And could not manage mow down the men
At the line of scrimmages
Were called ‘lils’ and fairies once again.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC