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Satyrs and fluting the teachers (Sonnet) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
The universe is my kindergarden
Finger painting Uranus on a cheek
Is hardly what I would call a bargain,
but it is better than hide and go seek
Each day grandma drops me off to go preen
And I bee line straight for the building blocks
Architecturally, I am quite keen
That includes reading codes, and picking locks.
Prodigy to those upon who's head fell
fruit and even those that died in poor vain
Especially martyrs bleeding in cells
& Oedipus, Nietzsche, Freud & cocaine.
These childcare workers are in for a treat
When they discover this lad has hooved feet.
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