Professor Slamdunk
In those lands we've discussed,
Where people grow older...
But not 'up'.
Minds that do become wisened in time,
Are stuck...
If choosing to live in such environments.
People restricted to limits are convinced,
Their immature activities make sense.
And going through the motions,
Inflicted upon them by traditional routines...
Become as ritualized duties,
That leaves them unthreatened...
Yet suspicious of a thought process,
Not authorized by someone selected.
Impressed by those they respect who suppress.
With an oppressing done that beats their brows.
And,
Of course...
Denials run rampant,
To protect the ignorant.
'Whew!
Professor Slamdunk,
May we request a timeout?
You are all up in our faces,
With these shots you've taken!
And we need a breather to regroup.'
What's the matter?
I didn't select this field trip.
All of you decided,
To travel into this neck of the woods!
Who warned you that the heat would be hot?
And I,
Hopefully...
Delivered what the team expected!
You suggested something provocative,
And off the beatened path.
Well...
I am only here to give those requests,
Whenever the need arises.
You get two minutes that's it.
I'm not here to distribute handicaps,
For excuses to make.
Or issue tissue for tears.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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