Deign a golf-clap for the killers of wonder.
You know who you are & who you’ve deemed under.
I’m always just south of right & north of wrong.
I’ve not seemed to be either in so, so long.
I study, I learn & I wait for an in.
I proffer my opinion; but it won’t win.
I take it all back to the dusty blackboard.
Work problems with what stolen time can afford.
Grown excited I’ve found what you wanna hear.
I’ll say what I think after swallowing fear.

