My poeticized zeitgeist
don’t sit well with scholars.
I roast on their spits
and rack up the dollars.

Who’s fueling who?
Who gnaws on my bones?
Who’s got my back
and who gets my koans?

In matters of gnawledge
they say go to college.
Good luck with the loans
and Professor Jones.
They’ll eat you alive
so call out their jive.