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Higher Order Thinking
I never meant to be a Professor,
to keep records,
A crow among peacocks,
I record your scores,
pretending they measure your skills.
I rank you among your peers,
Dutifuly quantifying your humanity.
I judge you by assigning a mark
That emerges from the ethers.
And yes, I peacock.
Peacock is a verb, a transitive one.
Creusa, the object of Medea's scorn,
peacocked her proto consumer lust
just before she succumbed to the higher order
of fire and air and blood and bile.
I never planned to display my gaudy feathers before a captive audience.
Pursuing Medea, Jason's royal trinkets led me astray.