first day of poetry class
chairs: skeletons stacked in the corner sacrificial remains had their budgets cut – gone the next day.
boards: ritualistic incantations written in pixie dust: x this, y that – a mathematicians field of play.
students: just scalps of pleasure and talent now that they’ve shrunk our heads – even our words have been filleted.
those who put us in our place: trying to expand our minds in a tiny little room – Demons…ask us to parade!!
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