Wed, 09/12/2018 - 23:50 -- Whimsy

class began

at age ten plus three

you taught me math lessons with calories

from you, the victor, I learned history

oblivious of the death following beneath your feet

in english, my thighs were hyperboles

you assigned me similes of what to aspire to be

when that word with one less

i was

all I really need-

E.D., I personified you as the apogee
while you just denoted me trainee

defined lackey


it wasn't too late, you imposter synonym

I have found my true mentors and friends

so thank you

for pushing me to the depths of my mind

because all I can do now is look up at the light

I’ve broken your meters, exchanged rules for this

the free verse of life

class dismissed

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