Versing
Kids invented it.
They’re
‘versing’ each other.
They
‘versed’ some team last week.
It sounds like they’re involved in poetry.
I’ve
been versing, myself, for years.
The little bastards have bastardised
another word in the English language.
We have
no way of undoing it
now.
I blame parents and the entire school system.
Sometimes
I’m invited to teach a class
and I start
with ‘every kid is a poet.’
But they throw
bananas at the ceiling fan
or count
down until the lunch bell goes.
They take advantage of our tolerance
and freedom
of speech in the schoolyard—
the ultimate
playground for vernacular,
where words
go viral without the internet.
Perhaps I
expect them to pay their dues
or come to
me for help with their project.
Once I
helped a kid who said ‘all music is music’
and
‘magicians are magic’, which is rubbish.
I say I
invented the word ‘shimmerfinny’.
It was
published in a book no one read.
So I’m
submitting this to the school newsletter,
calling them
bastards to prove I’m a bastard.
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