A*S

Are you a professional A*S?

My answer would have to be “yes.”

“Profession,” it’s said,

is what’s done to get paid,

and so my ASSertion’s true:

it’s my definition of you.

 

Why did I do what I did?

I guess it’s ‘cause I’m just a kid.

I’ve done what you need

by my personal creed,

but now my A*S-kissing’s through,

and I can write bluntly of you.

 

And what did I get for my pains?

That’s something that no one explains.

Did not get my due,

so now I hate you.

ASSertive I should have been,

but you’re just so selfish and mean.

And now you can tell, I guess:

I think you’re a total A*S!

Author's Note

Sorry about the graphic wording. I wrote this in high school about my most immature and unappreciative teacher, so I had a lot of anger.

Reviews

[Moon]

So much frustration, but it is good that you can let it out because having to bottle it up can do harm. Nice write.

[BenKeane]

You can tell this is autobiographical, even if this is old it's very funny! I definitely identify with the frustration you were feeling too.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahaha! love your poem but your note makes it priceless ... so still no payment ;) i can think of a couple ASSES from my own hs days ... oh yes! more than one for sure ...
E.

[DaughterNature]

Yeah, I was always there to carry things, organize stuff, and paint sets for my band director/musical theater director, but he refused to give me good roles in theater or respect me at all. Some people...

[Einstein Noodle]

the dumb a*s :))))))))

[Aethereal]

You seem to have enlarged your mentors’ assiduity to an astronomical aspect ratio within this well structured poem of yours.

We conspire to pun,
for revenge, or fun .
I won,
one-to-two.
Our Sun’s
son, is One.