Don't Speak to Me in Tongues

[billy]

Latest edit;

I don’t want to be
an anachronistic fossil
suspended by the academe
rutted in brittle drone syndrome
of syntax and scholastic meme

I don’t require a requiem
of mortarboards flung skyward
cold clichés of camaraderie
honour bound
that drum out masonic
in words that hiss but make no sound

I don’t yearn for tête-à-tête
with educational elite
whose coffee cups are stroked
around the crusted rim
with anecdotal tales
conversely told with vim

I want to see in black and white and grey
what an edifice can say
to me in terms of lay and lie
I want to feel and hear it
fly below my head
I want to know
what’s just been fucking said.