S-Pop Bubble

Whining—then pitching sullen fits
each time their childish will is crossed,
tech-addled sassy little shits
prove education’s cause is lost.

Such children show that means regress
once the family is supplanted
claiming rights they do not possess;
taking taxpayer funds for granted.

Loosed from homes of dark dysfunction
tyrant-bred by single mothers,
no devoted teacher’s unction
will suffice to raise another’s.

Oblivious to strategies
of motivation and reward
they sing our nation’s elegies.
The dull refrain: yo Miss—I’m bored.

This the greatest reparation
from the coffers of the state:
data-driven education
sacrificed to second-rate.

 

Silly nature stuff;
Nature doesn’t give a damn
about fallen man.

 

 

 

 

Spending Down Ideals

Education as universal solvent:
philosopher’s stone of beneficent thought.
(A perennial excuse for state involvement
and dangerous myth: that goodwill can be taught.)

Well-meaning intentions… more theory to burn.
A faulty assumption; debt for the debtor:
humanity’s limitless hunger to learn
while taxpayer dollars pass through the shredder.

Let’s smoke up a page from the liberal libretto
while strolling the grounds in our brief intermission;
Philanthropy’s dead in the streets of the ghetto
(another unfortunate juxtaposition).

When such benign fables are dropped in the ‘hood,
applied to armed thugs with their trousers sagging
little progress is made toward collective good –
amidst feral aggression and narco-bragging.

Thus raised without love, no family, no father
devoid of compassion, unformed and unmanned,
they’re numb to your efforts, which barely bother
such thugs with a rock or a gun in their hand.

thugz
IMAGE: ambrosekane.com

Spending Down Ideals

Education as universal solvent:
philosopher’s stone of beneficent thought.
(A perennial excuse for state involvement
and dangerous myth: that goodwill can be taught.)

Well-meaning intentions… more theory to burn.
A faulty assumption; debt for the debtor:
humanity’s limitless hunger to learn
while taxpayer dollars pass through the shredder.

Let’s smoke up a page from the liberal libretto
while strolling the grounds in our brief intermission;
Philanthropy’s dead in the streets of the ghetto
(another unfortunate juxtaposition).

When such benign fables are dropped in the ‘hood,
applied to armed thugs with their trousers sagging
little progress is made toward collective good –
amidst feral aggression and narco-bragging.

Thus raised without love, no family, no father
devoid of compassion, unformed and unmanned,
they’re numb to your efforts, which barely bother
such thugs with a rock or a gun in their hand.

thugz
IMAGE: ambrosekane.com