Living in Greek Letters


 

Living in Greek Letters

 

Here’s a not so tall tale

A little college rendition

A fun story of prim perdition

 

You know the scene

But regardless I’ll set it

 

A little ways away

From the stringent old university

In some cramped home

The men dry hump

The women slowly

Dicks tracking asses

To a bulging bassline

More efficient than

Google’s trends and twitter’s tags

 

The awkward outliers

Circling the edges of empty rooms

With a solitary red cup

Held up

Like a shield

 

And then across the room you spy it

Something all too much the archetype

 

Though you might try and deny it

When you see the flock

Of the similar shirted stock

Bearing Greek letters

Like crosses of chivalry.

Your mind gets rather ready

To linger and stalk

Then mock, mock, mock

 

Most are you human, it’s true

And though that confidence they bear

Seems to come from thin air

It isn’t worth offering the glare

 

But then you see the one with the backwards hat

And those pretty shoes

With un-scuffed logos

Surrounded by a sea of white

And you smell that cologne

Strong enough to let you know

It don’t come cheap

 

Then you hear him chant:

Alpha Zeta Gamma Kappa Pi Delta

In the way a walrus

might make a war-cry

Trying to be sincere

But ready to dive behind

A force-field of faked irony

 

And in one big wash

You can feel the toss

Of waves of surreality

 

When did I transgress,

(Your mind may stress)

To a state of stereotypes?

An existence of archetypes?

 

Even with stereos that

Shroud the house in noise

You can hear his constant lack of poise

 

One moment he nods along to little questions

From a dressed up doll

Slobbering out something droll

 

And the next

He’s with his brothers

Dancing like a monkey to their music box

Of quests and talks

bathed in a tradition

that never balks

 

He jabs a pen in the side

Of a Natty light

Taking a messy swig

of a shotgun’s delight

 

And in one marvelous maneuver

Stares down the empty can

Before it collides

Into an emptier forehead

Atop a face grown bloody red

 

Then he’ll be off to bed

Some girl with a fragile ego to be fed

Making all the outliers

In the corners of the room

Emit one great internal groan

 

They wonder why

The universe takes strikes

Against the nice guy

In reality they never did try

To meet a girl eye to eye

Preferring to ruffle

The skirts of the edge of the room

And flirt with empty furniture

 

All the “normals” have left

And now our archetype

Spends another night fingering

The cold rims of a toilet

 

Behind any type is a man

Once born honest and

Bereft of any plan

Just one little

C.S. Lewis soul

Possessing a body

And not a morsel more

 

Delivered by doctors

Into the lap of luxury

He once kicked and screamed

Ungracefully swimming away

From the world he never needed to know

 

I’ve never been inclined

To admit how spiritually refined

I snootily sustain I am

But I would never set a man to linger

In the hellfire spun from his own finger

Just for a lowered standard

And some mess of manipulations

 

Yes I digress

That a rage rises

In the depths of my

Murky red heart

When I see a man so tart

 

Contrive and drive Lie after lie

About how heavyweighted he is

And how many mediocre women

He’s managed to sloppily kiss

And a part of me smiles bitterly

When with spades of self-broken ties

He digs himself a hole

And with a blowtorch of disrespect gone dire

He immolates his own fool self

 

But in this fine land

Where we give a rapist

5 years and a slap on the hand

In this little world

Where pockets of pedo’s

Parade their exploits

I guess I am not inclined

To see a douchebag’s riches

Turned to sand

Just because he was too myopic

To see the hand of fate pull back

Ready its reprimand

All the same, I heard the “whack”

 

And when it came

I must confess

Despite all the guilt I bear

For laughing at tragedies too fair

I smiled on and imagined nothing changed,

Perhaps even though on how justice reigned

then hazarded a guess, that your mind did the same

~Austin R Ryan

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