To dear dunce,

To dear dunce,



I see a dunce walking about,

Trying to look different but still a part of the crowd,

Shouting and threatening people are the things he like,

At times it seems he has a heart made out of ice,

He talks of respect and seniority,

But are his means to gain supreme authority,

He dreams of being bright as Hyperion,

He prays for fortune like Endymion,



Why you want everyone to do what you say?

Remember! Thou art also a man made out of clay,

Mend your ways before it’s too late,

Walk not with pride throw away thy hate,

Stop saying and start doing it no more,

Then see it happen with you no more,

Friend stare not on my words and wonder,

Repent! Before Zeus hits you with his thunder.



With love,

A friend.