1 Literature: A Class of Hard Knocks

But then I aspire to explain and apologize.
What right do I claim to complain?
Still phlegmatic and flamboyant
within the realms of the flimsical.

How good and right it is
at first moments reach.
Now landed in your self-righteous
feet, "Lacks spontaneity. Let's preach."

Isolated in the corner upon
the beating of my choice. None matters
unitl spoors led me to completion.
My time away from frolick.

But dear Mediocrity dare protest,
"LET THEM BE BE AWARE. LATER ASSESS."
Passively all agreed and were molded.
One then stopped awed at my eroded penis.