I
I am a terrible person.
I wince at Voltaire.
two girls discuss
Descartes in turn,
reading their notes at
the front of the class,
and all I can think is
how short their skirts are.
Forget conversion camps,
Philosophy class
is the cure for gayness.
II
I hate their clear voices,
their trendy fashions,
grey V-neck shirts
and red cardigans,
how they belong
in photographs
from student handbooks,
and glossy dramas
about college life.
I bet they drink
and go dancing together,
and hang around
outside lecture halls,
being young and being young.
Read the original thread and discussion here
I am a terrible person.
I wince at Voltaire.
two girls discuss
Descartes in turn,
reading their notes at
the front of the class,
and all I can think is
how short their skirts are.
Forget conversion camps,
Philosophy class
is the cure for gayness.
II
I hate their clear voices,
their trendy fashions,
grey V-neck shirts
and red cardigans,
how they belong
in photographs
from student handbooks,
and glossy dramas
about college life.
I bet they drink
and go dancing together,
and hang around
outside lecture halls,
being young and being young.
Read the original thread and discussion here
It could be worse