Because I'd Rather Write Than Study Psych

Hello faithful reader,
Since I'm feeling unmotivated for school on week three, I decided to write a poem about a recent delivery to a nursing home.

Past
Dan

I wonder what wonders
rest between rusted synapses
under midnight veins.

Where was she
when they landed on the moon?
It doesn't matter now

theres a rock growing in her lungs.

Where was he when America was attacked,
Zeros zeroed-in on our carriers,

did they inspire him to fight back?

A century worth of knowledge
nothing but fake Valentines and forced meals
a family blown away

in the winds of old age.

And 9-11
will be secondary sources some day
and the only evidence left

our blogs and dirty pants.