IV

When my professor
hoists himself in the
doorway,
It is like the
saddest descend
to hell.

There is an
unexplained boredom
in him so great
that I can feel it.
Then I –
an ever hopeless
earthling kept inside
a dark box.

He says  “Stay in there
stupid!”

A boredom so great that
it burns my throat
and  gauges me by a
poisonous
shit.

Oh

Existential anguish
is when a professor
doesn’t do anything
or rarely do
something.

Chit chatting you know
his personal shits-
one fold to another,
boredom after boredom

And oh
life is so damned good
bullshit.

There’s a secret there.
When you want to study
or want to attain something
or what to get the honor
or to be the genius-
you just have to memorize.

You have to
unleash the finest
mediocrity
in you.

Do it because
you were taught
to.