Damn it!!!!
I was so badly prepared.
I did not get the attention
as my brother in Rocky's course did.
In the name of knowledge,
and learning,
and constant practice.
I was forced upon these innocent souls.
Look at them!
Just look at them!!
Look at their faces.
full of hatred and scorn.
Their minds muddled,
Their faces contorted,
Their brains lost.
Whether words or strange black letters
It does not make a difference
Be Coz
The effort put on both sides is the same.
The expectations on one side too high.
Gone are those days
When the instructor
was on the other side of the table.
History forgotten.
Today is the day,
History repeats
with new players.
Switching sight from paper to instructor
Except few,
Echoes could be heard in hundreds of minds.
Trying to find a target,
but lacking the courage.
I get sick
I puke these godly words
in ears full of wax.
"Get Real".
The pen makes a sound.
"Globe" marches all over me.
I look at the wicked smile
and pray for things to change.
And then....
And then....
I make friends with the writing rod.
