My Drive Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Today they would label
a pupil like me,
not willing and able
but ADHD.

I would shout at the teacher
in my urge to be heard,
what a resolute creature,
like his father, a nerd.

I absorbed education
like a warty green toad,
for that meagre ovation,
all so rarely bestowed.

Always dreamed of how pleasant
it would be on the land.
Live one's life as a peasant
Could he not understand?

When we buried the Geezer
it was all in the news,
seems by pleasing this Caesar
I might fit in his shoes.