Cerebral Whispers by Dona Maria

Do not love me. Ghouls laugh

and call you lame.

You would not love

my flashing brain.

Don't! Do not! Mustn't!

Gullible pigeons, you are the cotton;

was it not clear?

Whom else do I hear

so often but you-

Freshman Prophet,

listen to your words.

"I ex-plod-ed my seminar's mind today,

and will again on Wednesday.

I'm the only smart one in the rooooom!

Prof loves me, everyone else annoys him.

Why? Oh, because I listen

and don't ask stupid questions."

Questions are not stupid!

You are not stupid!

You are just young

and too safe.

Sophomore Prophet,

"I write my papers in an hour,

and get LIKE a B+...

Imagine if I spent time editing?

One time I busted out

a research paper,

A RESEARCH PAPER MIND YOU!

In LIKE an hour,

my H.S. teacher told me I was gold

and off toward Harvard Square

where they got Latin and shit on doors."

Tired,

ashamed, though

will not hide this ti-

rade.

All in all and furthermore,

virtue is INCOMPATIBLE

with like

hubris.