The students

stare back

at me

asking

who is this

idiot

pontificating

to me

about writing

crap

 

putting thoughts

words

to a page

like he

knows me or

what I have

to say

 

I ain’t

doing it,

not

saying it

you can’t

control me

can’t

make me

do anything

 

I’ll sleep my way

to the end

and then

discover

my destiny.

 

Who are you

to talk

to me

I can show

you my

world

I see

things

that matter

to my world.

 

Break yourself

bitch

now step

to the door

leave.

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