Unsavory Oats
While this short verse was written for a creative writing course in college, the motivation and subject of this poem was quite non-fiction; therefore, the following is dedicated to a particularly pretentious professor of History with whom I consistently maintained a less-than-level eye height:
Toxin tongued teacher,
got all hot and nasty,
like burnt oatmeal,
all moist and pasty,
with blackened roach.He couldn’t swallow,
my inability to digest,
the nasty spoonfuls of rhetoric
he was serving.He perceived my obvious distaste,
for his propaganda soup,
spilling frothy, from his lying lips;
no mop quite big enough.Caught me sleeping,
as he reached some envisioned pinnacle,
the highlight of his tyrannical discourse,
another sanctioned Hitler,
in want of a death camp.So I hold my shotgun tongue,
and choke down the fetid fumes of wrath,
denying excretions bliss,
retained instead…’till ample happenchance,
peers it’s ugly head,
and in an explosion of my most inner-testines,
the soggy stench of my contempt,
is exposed!
Sadly, the original draft included a few unsavory expletives; for which I blame the freshness of the moment and a misguided perception of appropriate use. Eventually these words were replaced with more effective adjectives thanks to a few hours of sleep and the well-received direction of my writing professor & some reviewing classmates.
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