Classroom Is A Football Field Poem by Barlot ...

Buy my body on eBay
And ship it in the same cardboard box I've been trapped...
Out of the womb and into captivity
Out of my mind and projecting onto me
Like reality-
Always projecting and infecting everything that's pure.
The only cure is lobotomy,
Which I hear is painful.
Minding the fact that this is only a vortex
In which sex is regarded as filthy
And filth associated with their freebasing economy-
Put the rock over the flame for the bill to pass
Practicality might be normality but how long can it last?
Infinite blackness, whiteness, green
If you know what I mean, which you don't
Or won't unless you have it served on a platter
With other things that don't seem to matter-
You have the silver spoon
The Barium knife
But Carbon is your life in prose
If Picasso says your nose is your brow
Then that's how it's supposed to be
Even with me-
It's all about how you see it
And believe it and do.