you fog <br />your own lenses <br />Aristotle; sell that <br />Socrates VS. Gorgas <br />hog-wash to the <br />herd of broken-souls <br />and sing them some-where <br />sing them some-where <br />they'll survive, <br /> <br />I should be a teacher <br />and afford myself such-clothes <br />and be well-versed and <br />book-deep but get <br />beat-down <br /> by the wind, <br /> <br /> <br />I should not know how <br />to buy-coke- <br />chop- <br /> cut- <br /> and cook it <br /> into crack <br />or lube a pistol <br />so I'm sure <br />it will not jam, <br /> <br />I should not know <br />the meal-times <br />of local shelters <br />or how to stay- <br />warm sleeping <br />in the street, <br /> <br />I should not know that <br />you speak poorly <br />for a 'speech communications' <br />professor, and your lips <br />move but I'm looking <br />at your feet, <br /> <br />(have you never <br />walked-further than <br />from your sports-car <br />to this building, <br />or do they sell <br />disposable shoes <br />for these sterling <br />first-impressions?) <br /> <br />you say <br /> I shouldn't <br />know <br />the answers <br />being this-is- <br />only the <br />first day, <br /> <br />nor should I know <br />that there's a world <br />outside <br /> this room.<br /><br />Eric Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/professor-aristotle/
