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University Leisure Seizure Part 2 or The Real Hunger Games

    Professors prefer those ivory towers

    lost amoung wispy muses they deify

    disdaining the music of hammer and plough

    that shoulders weak monarchical airs

    Crowing back and forth, pecking at lines

    prodigiously strutting scatologists

    from gated community to gated halls

    enjoying social strata’s stratosphere.

    Courting coin with avaunt-garde pith

    philosophizing infatuated lumps of clay

    the young must believe, grades are at stake

    self-awareness left age during the salary race.

    Back to the farm this summer, the old man needs a hand

    “But you don’t need the farm, you’re educated now”

    He and the professor gorge on subsidized meals and joke

    about inbred combine pilots and intellectual vegetables.

    Catastrophic drought is – educational

    And school’s monoculture a single crop

    You can’t eat your books, or book a brain

    Nor harvest the unlearned lessons of a life lived so restrained.

    Max S