how this philister
of philosophy
is set to make
a final effort
to write a poem
or some such thing.
He would not know
the difference
between a work
of art or science,
he is so dumb
that all the people
keep wondering
how he did finish
the course of study,
although they cheat
down in the desert
-it’s the heat-
he is not fit
to teach the role
of toilet paper
in the bowl.
So what to do
with such a failure
and such a hateful one,
at best
I think the door of
his own college
would be the logic
of the day.
Let him go north
perhaps he’ll learn
from real people
as he finds them,
perhaps the desert
heat has burned
the shreds of sanity
at last.
The chancellor
is of a mind
that guys like him
are no good credit.
So they do find
that this cheap kind
ain’t fit to breathe
the same cool air.
Well, I predict that
that poor pisser
is fired from his job
at last,
and if the angels
give him mercy
I’ll do my damndest
yes, I will.