Last Day of Poetry Month

I didn't really post too many poems this month, but I do have one I'm quite proud of to close out the month. Hopefully it speaks for itself:


Revenge

Then:

Me,
the rookie,
first class,
lost.

Them:
Amanda, Kate, Ken,
seniors,
smart.

"Machiavellian"
What's that?
They know, I don't

The book isn't about super-heroes?

Now:

Me,
the senior,
last class,
smart-enough.

Them,
sophomores,
integrated studies,
lost.

"Machiavellian"
I still don't know,
but they don't know that.

This book isn't about super-heroes.