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'To **** A Mockingbird' is a very controversial book,
It boasts certain values that no modern day book should,
At least that's what I understand,
Having not read the book through.

But this is a common literary problem,
Even more prominent than genre prejudice,
Which we all know,
Or judging the book by its cover,
An even more common cliche within literary review.

It's people writing reader's guides and summaries,
Based off of common ideas and ideals taken from the tale,
Carefully penning their slander towards each story,
Without gracing or gazing a single one of its pages.
Today is the start of my English class's, "To **** A Mockingbird," unit. This is based off that and flavored with some of the things we discussed about it in class. Bound together with a reflection on common literary review problems.
It is not really that simple.

All day you just call me mental.
I think I might just go grab a ******* pistol.

Cold steel barrels in my hand,
Hell, I can't even stand.
While I just pound this hard concrete and sand.

I am pacing these corridors in circles
it is making my **** head hurt,
**** spinning around me,
this torture is always making it worse.

Hey, don't look at me as if I am the problem,
these little ants on the ground,
I just want to stomp them.

Fueling my insecurities, drinking down the potion.
Do I just sit here or throw it into motion?
Heck, what is all of this commotion?

It is not really that simple.

Contemplating my disappearance,
I am no more looking into the distance.
Why are you still here?
It is not like I am missing.

Oh, wait, wait, calm down with all this internal chatter,
voices telling me that I don't even matter.
Rising and falling off of life's external ladder,
trying to look in the future,
hold on, it is making me a little madder!!!

I need to see this through
and just meditate.
Wait one minute, my pills over there on the counter,
should I just medicate?

Contemplate, hesitate, or it is too late?

It is not really that simple.

Kinda crazy how it sounds.
Back on the hard concrete and sand.
I see myself, right here.
Clearly as I stand,
breathing and seeing
my life's simple plan.
I'm sorry isn't enough,
But it's all I've got,
As much as that *****.
I care about you so much,
Never do I ever want to see you come to harm,
Or see you fade away.
I want to see us blossom and grow,
Rather than shrivel up and decay,
So if there's something I can do,
Please let me know,
Could we talk it out?
I can't help caring
How can someone sexualize,
The way a woman sits?
It's just a funny selfie pose,
I don't want to hear this,
"Is she bad or nah" nonsense.
How creepy is that,
Most men will idolize the simple way,
A woman speaks.
When will we be gone with these creeps?
How ashamed am I,
That a grown man will focus,
On dress coding your shoulders,
While men run rampant with tattoos and drug tee's.
It's creepy how bad this is getting, too many teachers are shooting eyes at my gf and my female friends.
Faith is a torch I must carry,
I won't let the beliefs it taught us fade away.
Brotherhood, loyalty, bravery,
I pray so we don't meet the day,
God is replaced with a robot.
I'd rather have faith in a God I don't know is there, than slave to a machine I see wherever I turn.
Back together?
How wonderful!
But I have just one question,
For the man in the picture.
When you swore not to return,
And cursed her as a *****,
Did you not mean it at all?
My friend, what happened to the dirt you talked?
Alas, this plight is mine fault alone, for I forged the love that lead here with my two hands. Wash me clean again, and let me let go of this new peril I will soon come to know. As just another drab creation of mine own.
TonyNoon Jan 23
I often take the long road home.
It allows me to take a deep dive
of events and find my place in
the trajectory of working hours.

You can do this sort of thing with
quantitative matters. Interactions
between a) and b) will always have
a measurable effect on levels of c)

I have tried to superimpose this idea
on qualitative issues without success.
Even on the longest route there is not
enough road to draw firm conclusions.


Tony Noon
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