With shoulders poised
ready to catch a football,
He takes the task of the room
by determined footfalls.
With a smirking grill
Stapled together except
in lifting soda for a sip,
He knows all know his precept.
Ah, the young, though none look,
still feel the omniscient
sanctioning every affect;
It will soon leave reminiscent.
But for now all eyes are watching,
the omniscient rests on him
to please each smirk, shirade, affect,
to prime decay nascent therein.
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