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C Students

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C Students
that is who runs the world
if you let them enter your sensorium
incompetent boobs
those who simply repeat orders or sentences
or wave and dictate according to mood
that was what Harry of True-man said
the world is run
by C Students
I think he was a bit optimistic
or maybe he was just a man of his times
it seems that the level of intelligence
in the over all populace
has slipped
a downward dog
or two or three or four
I seldom bump into competence anymore
nor kindness nor empathy nor the gift
for making me feel human
I feel more like I've been assembly line-ized
wait in line wait on line
for your nothing nothingness treatment
it all comes in one size
C Students
F Students
Harry was lucky
I wonder what he'd think if he were living today
in this slide.



LEGAL copyright for this poem/rant July 27, 2017 10:00am PST
and also for this writer/author Melissa A. Howells
and also for this LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD






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