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POETRY | POETRY PLAYGROUND
Can We Try It My Way?
Because something has to change
Thoughts are bursting out of me, like tumbleweed confetti,
except for those that twist and turn like knotted-up spaghetti.
Can’t you see this plan you have will be an epic failure?
Old school ways of working aren’t for me. Sorry to tell yer.
I appreciate the style guide you sent as PDF,
I’m sure it’s just an accident; it’s totally tone deaf.
Not to worry, my brain and I have made another plan:
to get those teens to do their work, we need to be on brand.
Geez, calm your farm and sit back down, no need to make a tizz.
I’ll not be saying skibidi, brain rot or even rizz.
I will, however, bring with me a truckload of good food,
and dish it out to all the kids to brighten up their mood.
And once we’ve had the food fight, and cleaned up all the mess,
I think we’ll have a better chance of finishing the tests.
It’s not so very long ago that I was in their shoes,
please, step aside, and let me try this just the way I choose.
