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Wrote this before I retired. It makes me miss the classroom a teeny tiny microscopic bit.
under the glaring white
lies my summer
the three reasons
and it's just
i've come to believe
just as much as Persiphone's return from Hades,
or Promethus's Fire,
it's my dreams
that melt the snow
we will read Frankenstein in February
while I'm on Cabelas
filling a cart with fishing tackle
hammered nickle, brass,
or chartreuse cowbells?
brown or brookie rapalas?
hell just buy 'em all...,
a little lighter action fly rod would be nice too
for those days I'm up to my waist in cold river
spare pair of waders and--
Dr. Frankenstein's search for the Elixr of Life?
alienation rejection by our creator and society
we don't need no stinking creator,
we don't need no stinking society
we don't need no EDUCATION
Huckleberry, give that monster a fishing pole
responsibility you say? .... to society.. to friends ... to family
oh my god....
I could really use a new boat...
or at least a new motor
nature... oh sweet mother of mine
I'll be responsible to her... and only her
I hear Alice Cooper
school's out for summer...
... somewhere... out there...summer
on that ice
with that monster... and I'm chasing it
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2022
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