Dead Poets Society: Wesleyan University Chapter

Part I: Train

Wow, that’s so subjective
Don’t write that, don’t write that
Write don’t write that, don’t write that
We are writing a group poem
A what
A group poem

Part II: From

Isn’t it Wednesday
Ew I am so popular
Ew use those if you want
That was the ultimate lala

Part III: Childhood

Drink warm coffee
Let’s pretend we are on a desert island
Don’t trust the librarian
Let’s pretend we’re playing pretend
Borges was a librarian
Its like one of the games where you ask all the questions and you know what is going to happen
What if I lived under the chair
Let’s have an orge with borges
Oh, that’s so not childhood
Can you write that

Is that what Robert Frost looks like?
I think he’s three dimensional.

There’s a sailor knocking at my door
His heroic heroin’s hallucinated holograms
Are troubling him
Heroine heroine heroine
Sir sir no need to be bothered
And then the son of Sam was risen triumphantly up the bell tower
The tower of bell tower
Bell tower power
Floating on the mayflower
Chairman Mao’er

There’s a man outside
And a man inside
And they’re sad as a duck’s feet
Inside little duck’s shoes
Which aren’t sad at all
Heroine heroine heroine
There’s heroine inside the duck’s shoes
And that’s why it has the blues
And that’s why it has the boots
And that’s what it’s wearing on its foots

There’s a backpack in the roof
And that’s when I went oops
Because it didn’t rhyme
Heroine heroine heroine
What does asbestos smell like?
It smells like a sailor on the docks
After a long coastal hike
Or a slutty goldilocks
flirting with the men outside the heroin(e).

Clarification from the dps: the goldilocks figure was brought into this poem to tie all the elements together. She embodies the idea of “who’s been sleeping in my bed, Sam,” drug use and the men (sailor and outside). She projected an ideal of feminitity and an idyllic past. Dude, she was slutty. Did baby bear know? She liked the young ones, like Sam’s son.