They bludgen the final nerve I still have with hooved heels
as they insistantly Riverdance upon it
in their audacious displays of complete and utter
disregard and jealous contempt of me.
What have I ever done that would render
these stunts made, it seems, to teach me
my proverbial lessons to which it is
the professors who are, in fact, the ones
needing to learn this condescending education?
Put away the study guides and lets see
if they can handle the pressures of a pop quiz
aimed at them along with spit wads and rotten apples.
The ones who seem to have the most to prove
are the ones who should focus all this
aggressive attention inward in order to fill
the void that hollowed out their souls' souls.
They just need to stop living vicariously through
those of us who have what they never gained;
those of us who are what they'll never become;
and those of us who will be all that they
can only dream to accomplish some day.
This life is already proudly owned and operated
by a very competent and capable human being.