An angry reception works wonders.
Turning away doggerel worth repeating.
Private study rocks the galleon
short of an armada, a screw loosened.
Favourite stanzas beat the time
of another rhythm, rank entitlement,
complex to ensure one’s immaturity
leaving it to others to ascertain.
Outliving these bastards is a feat in itself,
keep buying tobacco until they fall over,
a children’s collective over the fire,
routinely beaten until they learn.
Fish needing rickshaws, queue for sunlight
placards advertising lost causes
attacking cliché at every unstoned turn,
skyscraping conveniently parked cars.
The books returned, sheepishly aligned
coloured hands make a mark of industry
clay feet a mockery of effort
the report card at an eternal loss.
No dictionary of sorts, no rough explanations
can assuage my failure to reconcile
none more violent than the rest of us,
asleep on duty, forgetting their lines.