I'm Not the Valedictorian

It was not fun.
Why must we suffer
Ignoble compliancy
At the hands of your
Artificial bureaucracy?

Where piss and ink flow
Through waves of time,
Through questions only you
Could ask. As if I lacked eyes
For a girl’s little moon,

Or the mound of grocery coupons
To pay those wonderful loans!
Crushed toilet paper is rough
On teary eyes, while you
Dabbed with silk napkins.

We retreated to the bar-floors
To escape the stifling bore.
A god could be forgiven
For striking you, dear mentor.
Where were you?

When I kissed her I recalled
Old nut allergies, old memories
Of mother’s love and shrieking kids,
And soft nights under moonlight,
Where I dreamed of being like you.

The old dreams are mine still,
Only altered by borrowed time.
Thus my patience cools my nerves.
Commands from pitiful droids
Will never crush my hope.