Poem - Diploma

Diploma

I’m a post warrior syndrome dropout

From the dance of the dunces

I’m a dropout from the school

Too young for hard knocks

Being postmodern

So I must belong to

The scholarship of

Don’t give a fuck.

I failed.

Because try as I might

I still give a shit

Not that they deserve it.

Still, I armor up

As I don’t want to die in the gutter

So they can laugh and condemn

As that’s too easy.

I have a semblance of pride left

Though pride is the cause of most of the world’s folly

Pride of nations

Pride of race

And drunken knights

In front of prospective lovers

And other acts

Without aforethought.

So I hang up my hat

Because it never sat right anyway

And even if it did

I could never wear it for long

As I never wanted to belong

Though I felt at times that I wanted to

I just never found any school

Or institution

Or department

Worth belonging to.

And who wants a shitty diploma anyway.

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