Half the funds And energy Our useless gyms Routinely see…
… So much more convenient as a book.
… So much more convenient as a book.
I died “unsuccessful” In my chosen field…
… Every enemy Simply by my suffering Very happy be
actions in which they do not believe…
Yes, I left the room quietly rather than listen to his detailed fantasy regarding the slow and sadistic knifing of his father — all in the name of “poetry.” So sue me.
‘The Lesson’ by Roger McGough depicts the frustrations of a teacher in a very strange and peculiar manner. I cannot, even in my nightmares, imagine any of my teachers could do such a thing, as illustrated so beautifully in the poem.
Pityingly, so I do — Poor soul, I’m listening to you
You are right to reject me — I am not one of you…
When we learn with others Affirmatively to relate We don’t see a “disorder” But a character trait…
Do you buy paintings? List sopranos sing? Specialize in an antique period? Why do you not a living artist bring Some sweet relief while it still do some good?
Good thing it was solidly Ultra-strictly trained I be To give unconditionally Rarefied poesy
What key be to this ecstasy, forsooth? What do you know? ‘Twere but the honest Truth!
