05-02-2014, 05:50 AM
The classroom always suffocates
me, windows urging me to flee,
to leave behind the iron gates
and wander life and library.
Adventures and new subjects wait
for me to nibble, poke and test;
some entree ready, some just bait,
I move on or become obsessed.
My stacks of books are piled high,
they teach as much as any class
but aren't able to supply
a needed swift kick in the ass.
The PigPen's there when I show up
in PJs, with my coffee cup.
me, windows urging me to flee,
to leave behind the iron gates
and wander life and library.
Adventures and new subjects wait
for me to nibble, poke and test;
some entree ready, some just bait,
I move on or become obsessed.
My stacks of books are piled high,
they teach as much as any class
but aren't able to supply
a needed swift kick in the ass.
The PigPen's there when I show up
in PJs, with my coffee cup.
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