With smiles and hopeful airs, first day of school:
crisp uniform and unfamiliar tie;
new disciplines, a timetable, and rules
of social commerce; cliques to codify.
Will tests in Maths and Science be your fuel?
Athletics, French, or Music get you by?
Perhaps – like me – you’ll reach the peak of ‘cool’?
(and – decades later – know that that’s a lie.)
This skinny, gobby tryhard spent his terms
deflecting – with his gags – the fists of churls;
and, quoting Shakespeare, and the Diet of Worms,
theatrically failed to dazzle girls.
Pubescent verse, hubristic faith alone:
a portrait of a man not fully grown.
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