The Mediocre In Class Who Made Good Money - Poem by RIC BASTASA

class reunions serve no purpose
other than advertising yourself at the end of the year
that you made good.

you are there not because you are interested
about the welfare of those who failed
you are there to be acknowledged
that the teachers did you wrong by not putting
you at the top on those years
you are there to prove to them that you were no nonsense
never a nincompoop,

you are going to spend a lot of money to drive your point
and you shall be at your pedestal of success

the most honest of all the teachers
who is old and retired still is not convinced about you
you were the cheat in the class
and you are still the worst cheat in the city

sometimes the cheat wins
you just proved it now.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 29, 2011

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