I gave a daughter’s chase
when he left to affair
differently shaded Nancys’.
At the helm of a white Honda civic
born the same year.

The world’s knowledge mastered
at my mother’s expense.
He took to stages framed with captivated audience.
Pontificating carefully crafted alliterations
for the accolades of applause.

Amassed the pretty ideas in pretty books
in his own handsome head.
Re-packaged them in his own pretty way
on more pretty paper.
And gifted them to his people
as if it had never been done.

But I have studied too.
Observed objectively and made note.
Compiled 33 critical years of data.
Earned a doctorate in Dad

to find you.

On a stage
framed with a captive audience.
Self-Published Narcissism: The Sound Track
to which they plot escape
from a dictator with a pretty title.
On the isle of, Nothing Left To Teach Me.
Where the world re-masters the minds of men.

C. Carleton B.

3 comments on “PHD

  1. kolembo
    March 5, 2011 at 6:58 am #

    thanks for this! How are you today? I give you CHICAGO!

    Great company eh!

    Sending you a big hug for the day.

    • RNobilityNotraEin
      March 5, 2011 at 1:34 pm #

      Thanks brother, you are quite the friend and great support always buddy!!!;-)

  2. Dad
    February 4, 2011 at 4:05 am #

    This was deep for me to understand. But that’s good because one needs to stretch one’s mind to stay alert and alive.

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