Not a good look, not good at all,
You can’t be this good and then proceed to not be subtle about it.
No, you can’t. Not at the same time.
You can’t bear the inner strength of a Bonsai
And let towering oaks see the result of your hard work.
Because to them, it can’t be. Oh no, no. It can’t be.
Don’t you understand?
The oaks don’t know how to do, what you do, yet.
So you can’t do it.
Like the magic school bus, they expect me to wait.
Googly eyes fiendishly seeking their guidance.
I don’t deny the genie granting you a wish,
But they failed to mention
That I’m completely omitted from the equation.
Face it. You’re no Ms Frizzle stranger, just a duplicate trying to pitch a tent
Forge a path past your skinner box and work on your self.
‘Cause try as you might, I won’t accept blame for your imperfections.
Given a chance, I would relocate the Bolivian flats and use them as a mirror
Reflect your sinister expression back at you on a gargantuan scale;
Maybe seeing how desperate you look would dissuade you
From further attempts at withering my flame.
– O.D. ©2019
Art by: JoeyJazz
My humility does not come at the cost of making you feel comfortable. Only in knowing I’ll never stop learning from the world and others.
And yes, growing up I looooved The Magic School Bus