Poetry
Old Skool’d
Old Skool’d
We met
in your words, dancing, through your plots advancing;
from prose entrancing as dins of emotional things.
– Ruthless reaming, pauseless scheming. –
(maybe dreaming) An uncanny ability
to belittle the little
that is left
of me.
But,
in you,
the only right
is greater than worse.
(cruelest credo) A remarkable ignorance.
– Choked on egos from mediocre placebos. –
In your lessened heaven, you, Legend unquestioned,
omit to mention: I’d learned these lessons since beforewe met.
Response to this prompt. The prompt is for bitches, but I wanted this to be more anti-bullying, Also, It’s called “old school” while the poem looks like Pacman, owasup!