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.
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