Like A Raw. Rotten Egg; Poem From 120 North Hall

[a poem from 120 North Hall, January, 1977]

Resentments on his sleeve, or on parade,

because he lacks prospects of getting laid:

but that is climax, not the first cause, of

the union of two souls in splendid love.

He fails to comprehend or understand---

whether out of his strident obtinance;

or maybe just unyielding ignorance---

that love is given, not seized "on demand."


Author's Notes/Comments: 

From very dust file folders, a poem abour my observations, from my dormitory room, forty-four years ago this very month, of one of the most immature tendencies demonstrated by male freshmen at college.

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