Wham Bam Slam I Am Not Worthy

If I suffer from an affliction 
If I stutter
If my grammar is gutteral 
If the words I utter
Failed English at School
Sorry I am not cool
Pity me or the fool
Who uses education as tool
To dismiss what I write 
Because it is not spelt or gramatically correct 
As you supersede the common collective 
Consciousness up for discussion 
My feeble poem tried to address 
Your disregarding says it best
Speaks volumes 
Look at me 
Mother Superior 
Administrator of the Interior 
Sub Editor for closed book's 
That overlooks 
And overseas 
Conservative committees 
In self righteous sicophantic indignation 
No correlation can unearth 
Or has no worth
For the meek 
Who seek
To interject 
Blazers and Ties
Ivy institutions for fear of exclusion 
Poison classes wood trenches 
Desks protect from xenophobic zeitgeists 
That conform to questioning
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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