Back to school
Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 7:34 pm
It’s the idiocy,
I think,
that keeps me
coming back:
the tight sundresses
stretched equally
over ample nineteen
year old breasts
and forty-year old
cellulite: much more
than an eyeful every time.
So I grab up my books,
overpriced, but great decorations—
the ones I’ll never open—
and saunter off to class
like an avid pupil: ready
for learning, yearning for
knowledge and a better
future…
But it’s the fools that make the
game erratic enough to play
twice.
I’ll sit quietly for a while in the
back. Ace the class and have a
good laugh at the lemmings
marching over the cliff;
believing altogether:
education is the key.
Not for me...
Instead:
Give me nepotism, or inherited wealth.
I think,
that keeps me
coming back:
the tight sundresses
stretched equally
over ample nineteen
year old breasts
and forty-year old
cellulite: much more
than an eyeful every time.
So I grab up my books,
overpriced, but great decorations—
the ones I’ll never open—
and saunter off to class
like an avid pupil: ready
for learning, yearning for
knowledge and a better
future…
But it’s the fools that make the
game erratic enough to play
twice.
I’ll sit quietly for a while in the
back. Ace the class and have a
good laugh at the lemmings
marching over the cliff;
believing altogether:
education is the key.
Not for me...
Instead:
Give me nepotism, or inherited wealth.