How
hard
we worked
to enter
the most elite schools,
the most exclusive colleges
to ascend the social and intellectual heights
by our merit validated,
nothing but the best!
Tuxee-doos!
Punts!
France!
Real
life
later
put us back
somewhere whence we came.
Yet we alumni still relish
Cultures, cuisines, clever repartee at grads' parties,
We connoisseurs of civilisation. Reinforced, when Facebook surfaced companions
from our bright college days then were preening with promise
Schadenfreude! Most of our mates
Still seem spectators,
Al-glum-ni,
losers,
clerks,
sads.
The
lie
our schools
subtexted
I will express thus.
In the words of West Side Story,
"There's a place for us".
The place lies
Outside,
Shelved,
Cold.
