I'm gradually graduating into the more and more ethereal, nigh-unto-God, know-it-all class -- I don't like it. I'd rather be a dunce again down among the A-b-abs, desperately trying to imbibe something from my betters and never imbibing a gol-darn thing except metaphorical heels in the face, which I bit (wasn't it Achilles was killed that way?) and an eventual toe lower down to perdition! I'd rather do the biting than be the bitten, even in mythology -- whither I'm bound if I don't stop graduating (what was it Zeus did to Prometheus?) -- I prefer the earth or the streets, my three meals a day, uninterrupted digestion, uninterrupted sleep, the rubbing of a nose or two, plus what comes or doesn't come of it! For the rest -- hide-bound stupidity, brute ignorance -- except for the cud to chew, intellects term, song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN NEW FRIENDS AND OLD FRIENDS by JOSEPH PARRY PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE MAPLE TREE OVER THE WAY by LEVI BISHOP A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 14 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TOMMY BIG-EYES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |