‘Always winter, never Christmas.’
That’s our running joke.
If the silence
or the conversation lulls,
You’ll get some laughs.
In our little college infested town,
where we study like little mice;
trying to figure out our maze
to get the yummy
morsel of cheese that awaits us at
the ever-further end.
Students all the time,
and if you take the wrong turn,
Uhhh… let’s not do that again.
and more than a little bit stubborn with
heads harder than
Aggregated Diamond Nanorods
(the diamond now outdated).
So we go there again
and it hurts just as much,
but we have to go a third time,
“Hey, what if it changed?”
So we’re stuck in this
naïve little world,
where the teachers take the place
of our parents in
The “We Students Know Better” case of
The Supreme Court of the Democratic Republic of Unfailing Idiocy.
And I might seem self-righteous,
but you gotta trust me:
I’m a college idiot too.
I’m stuck, too,
in this wintry wasteland;
barren of young wisdom and heat.
Soon we’ll move away—some sooner,
and maybe we’ll find wisdom.
More likely than not,
we’ll encounter more stupidity;
self-made and manufactured.
And perhaps a bit more
to earn our