Madman Poet Inspired

To Fredrick

In a class in a forgotten nowhere,
A man dared not explain the truth.
Were it the government, the teachers, the school,
The shepherds of laymen made child into brute.

But one day, oh Fredrick
Oh Fredrick, you lit up the room.
You brought drums in your backpack,
Boy you gave us a ruse.

During fifth period science,
He blabbed on ‘bout a baboon,
And he’d just put up a tree on the board,
When you started to play.

“Stop it!” He said,
But you kept banging on.
“I mean it now, Fredrick”
But you slapped even harder, boom, ch-ka boom.

Beat by beat by beat,
You angered him further.
His fists on his fat hips.
His stare so to warn of his impending approach.

The children all laughed, all cheered in joy.
Some joined in the fun and tattooed too.
With their pencils, their notebooks, their pens and their paws.
They began dancing and howling, the man frightened froze.

“Behave!” He cried out,
But he had no hope.
They turned their desks over, broke up the wood,
And flooded in flames this philistine fraud.

Turned into satyrs,
Around the pyre they danced,
In a forest of knowledge,
Burned on into the night.