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That Particular Realist

Purple smirk over shoulder
In dreams where I’m older
When in truth I’m just a child in a summer growing colder
What a bummer
And as I give my smoldering glare
I count numbers in a cave full of boulders and bears
I swear
Students getting dumber each year
Facts staying in their brains fly out of both ears
Amidst cheers, celebrating nothing at all
Full of meaningless holidays of drinking and balls
I forestall advances from unwanted attention
Walk away with a grimace and a smirk that I mention…

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