Creative Writing 101

CREATIVE WRITING 101

The murderer sits at the back of the class
Failing to hide his contempt for this ass.
For this arrogant, Napoleonic, egregious dictator
With his brains on the blackboard
(but that would come later).

For now, he sits and watches his teacher
Who spews forth rhetoric like a sidewalk preacher.
A god of the rules, his claim to fame
Putting grades on ideas is the name of the game.

With a new assignment each day for this crowd
Of impressionable minds; and he reads them aloud
He praises the kid in the Argyle sweater, and then
Announces the killer should have written his better

But the killer just sits there; and while biding his time
He thinks of a way to put gunshots to rhyme.
Perhaps in a haiku, or maybe a sonnet?
(He imagines the desktop with gray matter on it)

The killer's not listening, the killer just waits
While his victim still blissfully pontificates.
And the Argyle sweater, (that insufferable nerd!)
In pure adoration, hangs on to each word.

And the murderer wonders (and I think, so would you)
Should he take out the Argyle sweater kid, too?
The nerd is a studious, ambitious sort--
Sure to fill the shoes of the ass holding court.

The nerd is a kiss ass, the nerd isn't cool
The nerd is a robot, a puppeteer's tool.
But the murderer knows every dog has his day
He knows that the minutes are ticking away.

The time has come, the bell is ringing
The blood in the murderer's veins is singing!
Singing with outrage and retribution
The killer prepares for the execution...

Thirty years is a lifetime to hold a grudge
Some memories fade while some never budge.
What do you suppose that teacher would say
If I'd written this then, instead of today?