Nothing is sweet in the converse
of an innocent mind. The sugared
coating of time has been bleached
from the denim thighs of the young.
World weary, they have seen
the underside of the cockroach,
the lifted tail of the scorpion's sting,
and they know more than they
understand of a chaotic world
where gowns and mortar boards
only pretend adequate preparation.
Their innocence soured before
they left the public playground.
College was merely a rehearsal
of the mawkish stench of warm
beer and cribbed education.
They go now, the finest minds
of this age, haltered by egos
that shield reality, their success
dependent on what they can reject.