to pass the class again

imprisoned by "the wizened"

those with degrees and letters

papers that say they are worthy

to teach, to preach, to take away

the thoughts of students, bold

jaded by the yellow walls

once white, now old and stale

hard chairs and fake wood desks

i'm not here for the learning

nor for the social scene

i'm here in the back of the room

reading actual words that mean

instead of hearing him talk

and watching her wave her arms

i'm reading from my books

and actually learning

 

why is she much better?

more mature, more wise?

sat in a room before this

and wishes to reflect

upon the masses now

i'll pass this class today

without hearing a word

i'll learn on my own

in the back of the rooom

reading from my books

until the others go

i'll slink across the hall

watched by one and followed

 

i'm not here for the learning

nor for the social scene

i'm here to fulfill others thoughts

of what they think i should be

but under the surface i'll win

i'll grow and learn my self

i'll kiss an elbow here

then a neck there

perhaps an ear

 

no one knows my secrets

not all of them at least

spread out just enough

no one knows my path

but i'll pass this class today

without hearing a word

she'll pass me for the things

i make her whisper

and i'll learn to pass by

the papers that say they are worthy

and keep learning my self

learning my keep

 

 

 

Author's Note

I fully appreciate reviews, especially when they tear apart my work in an attempt to make it better. Rip, tea, break it down. Tell me how you do not like it, how to make it better. I want your opinion. Truly.