Surrounded by fools
Three teachers emerge as knights
Lovely as it seems.
Three teachers emerge as knights
Lovely as it seems.
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1 comment:
Ah, the bar poetry, for every woo there is a way. However, this particular poem is a godsend, not from the drunken muse - the hot waitress - who usually receives such gorgeous prosody in lude and prurient fragments, but this verse gem arose from a brotherhood moment where the drunken shine of the world makes you feel profound love, and the truth of what is good coalesces into a poetic perfection.
So the despair and torments of inner city teachers everywhere is, here, heroic. My Charles Bronson suffers so he can meet you at a bar and sweep you off your feet. He does not whimper and snot all over your new sweater with tears of futility, but he steels against the nightmares and presents himself to you a God. The loosened-tie gelled hair automatons you think are so cute, know they are overmatched. They prate and preen but we all know they are non-Shakespearean fools, perpetually in the un-know.
We are the last barmen poets, the barebacking soldiers of the night, whose stables are plentiful, and whose armor has been dented, over and over again, only for you.
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