Skipping School and Some Things
I didn’t believe in dumbing down,
not for the teachers, who one day,
reaching to the bottom of a mason
jar, had no answers for my questions.
Remembering Plato or Socrates
was easy. I also drank the poisons
of my day and called them Hot Damn.
Girls from other schools liked
the way I leaned. My best friend
ran internet service provider
during our senior year, when
we weren’t sitting at the coffee shop.
I skipped school, drove over
the river into St. Louis’s Washington
University. A little man lectured
on Darwinism, this you couldn’t get
in Waterloo, Illinois. Keep crawling
you’re not out of the cave yet.