preschool dirge

I call this Preschool Dirge, or Preschool is Killing Me, thank you Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Oh, Preschool,

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways.

I loathe thee to the depths of darkness and gloom and night

That my soul can fall to, try as I might

To dance and sing and succumb to farce.

I loathe thee more than Satan's breath does stink

And does it ever reek of dung and festering wounds.

I loathe thee freely, as men sin and fight,

I loathe thee truly, as they fear naught and all,

I loathe thee with a passion like none other

It fuels my temper, burns my skin

Only a brief six hours, but nay be there cover.

I loathe thee with a hate I will not lose

For it's eternal--I loathe thee with my breath,

My body, and my soul--because I did not choose:

To be a ragged clown until my death.