Ode to an Underaged Gentleman
They start up again: a symphony of sarcasm
Intent on derailing the scholastic atmosphere.
He works the muscles in his jaw, fists in lap
And resists the urge to slap a deserving offender.
The Gentleman possesses a multitude of talents,
Showcasing his wit and comic timing to few,
With a neat and precise approach to work,
Life and even his highschool love, concealing
Frustration he feels for the Injustice Crew.
While right now he's forced to socialise
With these inferior youths, I rest assured
That, with time, he'll come to forget all this:
He is, after all, an Underaged Gentleman.
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