- cape town class -

What school did you go to?

The clean cut kid asks

He leans in and smiles

Looks down at my slacks

He ponders the question

Quite harder than me

Up and down and once more

No notice that I see

That he's found sure already

What he thinks I will say

There's a ballpark of sorts

In which he thinks I play

My skin is quite telling

My wrists even more

I'm the shape of the piece

Of the puzzle he stores

In his too tightened cap

His hood draped on the sides

As he points his eyes forward

On golden skates he glides

 

This trick is not new

To the frattier sorts

Of my hometown and country

It's obsession for sport

The one difference I see

Is the age at which thought

Institutional ranking

Plays role in your laud

 

Maybe I should thank you

For judging so loud

Least now I can follow

Things of which you're proud

It would be such a nuisance

To think you held more

In those pockets so bulging

Sagging down to the floor

And weighting you hard

To the place that you stand

Others widening footsteps

And leaving your land

As the drought of the future

Takes hold in your mind

And the band of the brothers

Tightens, constricts, and blinds

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