In Your Professional Demise, You Will Not Be Mourned: Just Universally Scorned

Degrees bought,

morally fraught,

nothing taught,

status sought,

now caught,

in all of your

lying,

and though

you’ve been

trying,

there will

now be no

denying,

you’ve lost

your sinecure.

your supposed

grand prize,

and trapped in

your lies,

you face

professional demise,

for which

you’ll not be

mourned,

just universally

scorned.

Two Options: Ethical Epiphany or Professional Annihilation

Though you’ve been to

college,

you’re lamentably short on

knowledge,

having non-trained

in departments of

education,

you are non-brained,

on protracted intellectual

vacation,

so now you

must have an

epiphanous

realization

or confront your

imminent

professional

annihilation.

Sudden Exposure

You’re a moral

waif

who thought you were

safe

cowardly

cowering,

self-deceptively

glowering,

ever

showering

destruction

on children’s lives.

 

No more:

 

The K-12 revolution

will soon be

sweeping

the halls
where you are

creeping
to your nook of

fancied

repose,

bringing to a

close

your long unexamined

reign

and all of the

pain

you have rendered

will be examined,

relentlessly

shown,

so that

all of that pain

you have caused

will now be your
own:

 

For you’ll be forced

into

accounting

for the sins continually

mounting

for all of your

rot,

for what you are

and mainly are

not,

in that place

where you

linger,

malinger,

presumably

reposed,

but now

factually,

relentlessly,

conclusively

exposed.

If the U. S. of America Be Great, It Be Not Again

Nineteen Sixty-Eight:

 

The lid came

off a pot

exposing a

land of hate,

a democracy

that was not.

 

Do not endeavor to

romanticize

the time before

that year,

fantasize

justice

where

mainly

there

reigned

and

rained

fear.

 

Never wish we were

returned

to a time when most were

spurned,

when their requests

for

decency

were buried beneath

white shrouds

of

secrecy.

 

Journalists are mere public

exciters

for whom,

as for opinion

writers,

history

remains a

mystery:

 

Despite their rendering  

of the

news,

there would be
much to lose,

nothing to

gain,

by returning to

the police state

before 1968

again.

Distant Bright Light of Knowledge

Morally deluded.

intellectually denuded,

socially secluded,

traveling unobtruded

toward a   

Dead End.

 

Then

ethically sagging,

mentally lagging,

they spy

back around

the

Great Bend

a faint

shimmer,

just enough for a

glimmer

of the only way out

of this losing bout,

thus they

head toward the

Glowing:

 

the

Bright Light

of

 

Knowing.

Wasted Lives

Ever caught in the

Lie,

constantly expelling a

sigh,

concerning

personal

woes,

imagined

foes,

thinking

rarely,

feeling

sparely,

never learning the

joy of giving,

internally crying,

terrible at

living,

even worse at

dying.

No Trailblazing While Navel-Gazing

Should need no

sting of the

taser,

no reasoning

sharp as a

razor,

should not

be considered

amazing,

needs no elliptical

phrasing,

to comprehend why

there is so little

trailblazing,

when people spend

their time

navel-gazing.