by William Skink
Prince Harry recently admitted he doesn’t understand America’s Constitutional protections, like our first amendment protecting free speech.
It’s pretty simple, Harry. If I write a poem and a city council person uses her board position to verbally berate me, the first amendment protects me from this kind of thin-skinned political retaliation.
I understand why a Royal wouldn’t get this.
Now, on to today’s poem:
dream a team for every job bring in ringers if you must with money from the honey nobs yes is blessing, no is dust if you doubt this high decree dream a rocket ship to Mars call on Elon if you must but don't believe his demon star angel investors, halo strong humidify this insect house every dollar sings a song like every trap contains a mouse maybe logic, awesome plan dream a pocket off the maps brother's keeper fears no reaper sister, wake us from this nap
JC
Poem: 4.9 stars. Why not 5? Just thinking of my high school phys-ed instructor and track coach, who ruined a 4.0 report card my last term of senior year, by giving me a “B” in phys ed, notwithstanding that I earned an “A” in every skill set save one, on which I earned a B. When I inquired about this, he was evasive. When I politely asked if we could look at his grade book, and after my name was a long string of “A”s interrupted by one “B,” I politely asked if perhaps he’d been looking at the wrong row when he determined my final grade. “Nope,” he said. “It’s your attitude.” I asked for more detail, noting that I was enthusiastic about everything we’d done, adding that I’d perennially turned out for track and cross-country. “See, that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, “this is a good example right now of (emphasis) attitude..”
You similarly have an (emphasis) attitude, Mr. Mateer. So there. No 5.0 for you. And no lip, or it drops to 3.6.
I’d say anyone who thinks perfection is attainable is a totalitarian at heart, so thank you.