So there’s this kid
In the front row
Raising his hand
As though he will
Turn into a ball
Of light and vanish
If he doesn’t answer
The teacher riding
Us about Plato’s
Allegory of the Cave,
But I’m convinced
I’ll grow up to be
A samurai at this
Point in my life,
So I don’t know
What the fuck
Anyone is talking
About, but before
The kid can answer
Another kid boxes
The ears of another
Kid and it’s the old
Chaos of nothing new
Under the sun
And words are
Still shadows
Of their bad ideas.