Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Footslog
I use to sit in classrooms
And meander in thought,
Pretending I coddled intelligence
But I wonder if I was
Faking it.
Blunt to an ugly fault,
I footslog down yonder,
Eyes bleary from
Unadulterated discomfiture.
Like a comfy chair,
I cannot get up and just,
Walk away.
9-23-09
And meander in thought,
Pretending I coddled intelligence
But I wonder if I was
Faking it.
Blunt to an ugly fault,
I footslog down yonder,
Eyes bleary from
Unadulterated discomfiture.
Like a comfy chair,
I cannot get up and just,
Walk away.
9-23-09
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