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