Poem No.

1
9 May 2014

Analysis of the Metaphysical

The tyrant said,
Go home and imitate,
like an inmate,
a page tonight.
And let that come out of you ---
Then, it will likely be askew.

I wonder how much effort I have to put into this?
I am sixteen, white, born in Colorado,
the state with a need for weed.
But hey, at least it isnt speed.
I get on the interstate, get home about four,
sit down at my desk, surely not a troubadour.
I start, hoping what I write wont offend too badly.
But to hell with it, I will compose madly.

Its not so easy to know what is true for you or me
but its easy to see the incompatibility.
Im a natural philosopher, studying the sciences.
You teach literature, just an appliance of the English pseudosciences.
At least its not European History,
where every new topic is just a blistery mystery of liberty, trickery, victory and field artillery.
What Im trying to say is that I like a challenge,
whether that be in the mystery of history or the cellular policy of Biology.
I guess being empirical makes me more critical,
and less interested in the analysis of the metaphysical.

You are a part of me,
but this relationship is forced, you see.
If it was not required,
I would not be doing this now.
But I would be missing out on the instillation of this quality education
I cant seem to find a use for it,
and this is what is true.
I guess its just not my type of class,
and so I take it out on you.
This is a composition of unfavorable position in opposition to the requisition of general education.
But I guess the final requisition
is no longer our decision.
This is a page for English Honors.