always in the back of the class


In school we had to work together on an
Essay .. short story .. a piece of some revered novel.
Collect the grass snakes into an old Folger's tin
And come to class several minutes past the tone.
Pull out the processed piece,
Give the creation to Mr. or Ms. __________ ?
A corrected version will be next,
Some new way to erect a chandelier from a mud puddle,
Second chances to polish novice words - literature - paragraphs.
You had the eccentric vagabonds in the class glaring down
The sophisticated in retail fashion.
Their thoughts were to rip their souls open and give them
Some advice on expression or the depravity of subjectivity.
Some had no clue,
Others spent the semester polishing their nails or Jordace glasses.
One subject .. english ..
To lend a needed hand in society,
Most students had a
Polished disregard for the process,
Although those in the back of the room had it right.
Above fairy tale money
Or mate,
They were the crazy crazy insane crazy insane
On a boot hill of salt poisoning the minds of others (supposedly).
The teachers knew they would sack their groceries
Valet park their car or possibly be discovered by Penguin Pocket books.
Either wrought .. they had it right.
Their job to rip open the charlatan souls
And shout some truth,
Where have they gone?
Could be there - near - far away-

They had a lock in on you,
Interested or dismayed.