from Black Jack’s basement

[Note: Blackjack was a persona I used over twenty years ago, when I was editing “The 21”, a union newsletter for highschool teachers in our end of Ontario.]

So now it’s okay to be late by a day
or a month or a week with assignments;
and please don’t admit that you copied a bit
it’s all right: copyright’s a confinement.

I suppose the next thing the pundits will sing
will be students are teaching the classes;
and knowledge itself will be stored on a shelf
while they shove their heads up their own assets.

Surely these assets can see what will pass
if they practice this brand of stupidity:
the path it will take will lead to the wake
of our country and eyes’ high humidity.

Someone tell me everything’s a dream
for if I wake to this, I’ll have to scream.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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