When minds like mine are running overtime
overclocked with caffeine writing line after line
of masturbatory pseudo-intellectual prose
of classes and stories professor's lecterns bumping like Bose
the facts and glories of past social morays
entrenched in the dentures of the last post-bomb Maurys
exhibiting characteristics of mass faux-pas boring
with lectures and pictures and learning curve scoring
the vectors and strictures of yearning burn forming
new perspectives taking an elective on language
note the eclectic metric in my dialectic it's hectic
I'll perfect it and direct it at all things effected
by the quasi-investigative semi-repressed littering
in literary circles jerking working smirking
getting critical and new but staying old and clue-
less addressing the less-pressing themes in a dead culture
fixating on the politically correct tossing the direct in a sepulcher
a hole in the ground for what is deemed oppressive dogma
In order to counter-act it “No Bullshit” is our mantra.
P.C. sensitive
no we see hesitance
and D.C. politics
pervading and raiding
the once exploratory
unknown territory
surrounding the promontory of Academia
the present academic endemic is systemic
its breeds panic in writers who manically try to mechanically ply
a method of writing lots and saying little
of recycling tired plots and twisted metal
of examining themes but not the novels
fancying themselves brand-new Vaclav Havels.
Speak and offend 'em
Write and apprehend 'em
Bevel your devilish pen-sword
carve a referendum
in the living rock of communal intellect
your word-weapon chisel is bound to impact
some cross-cultural stasis
embrace it and face it
no use erasing it
leave your mark
in pen.
