Ever Upwards I Traverse Greater Densities
Unto the Zenith, Up High, 9 Realms to Infinity
9 Propensities and All Is Dust in the Twilight
Now I Burn like the Sun in Hindsight,
Zin Uru, Into the Oort where Sorrow knows Not My Name
Not Thy Fate, for I Soar Unhinged like a Wyld Sage
Into the Stars, Into the Beyond, I Tread Threads past Asininity
through Valleys of Flowers Of Life and Infinities,
One Step North, I Sail past the Simulation Code
a Greater Equation, I Am Forever Hasten Forth
College students today are a professor's worst nightmare
They come to class late, with ripped jeans and purple hair
Without a word of apology for interrupting what's going on
They proceed to bury their heads in their infernal smartphones
Texting and tweeting and checking out Facebook
They don't give a soul in the room so much as a look
While if asked to participate in an activity or discussion
They grumble under their breath and commence a-cussin'
As far as breaks go, if they're given fifteen minutes
The classroom's still empty after thirty; no one'll be in it
They regard homework assignments as affronts to their dignity
A test or an exam --- Why, that's a cancerous malignity
These arrogant airheads of asininity
Shout down those not of their affinity
But come the end of every semester
They all expect "A's" for their sanguininity
December 16, 2018
Entry in "Let 'Er Rip #2 Poetry Contest"
Sponsor: John Lawless
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