Prepped in perfect privilege
Entrance here is gained
Honor rules of 'etiquette'
From challenge we'll abstain
Posture brow and jaw
Furrow nor clench be seen
Then neutral here we learn
Zipped lips though mind be keen
Your err a pompous flex;
'enlightened' egos teach
Stamp your student puppets,
An 'A' we're left to seek
For you have made it plain
Oh far-left demigod
We'll not dual principles
Nor dialouge to clog
Just keep things running smooth
Our master never bore
Your brilliance blinding me
I grope and bow some more
Fierce swaying left and right
My balance never won
Eighty-thousand later
The cap to air is flung
The truth be told just once
The world had hoped of Thee
A tug-o-war might yield
A mentor out of me - but
Serve me on a platter
Here at last I stand
Will it ever matter
That compliance made the man?
© Reneé Marie
1999
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