Diploma

This poem marks my 800th blog post.

Only a 200 kind of fool
Strikes an argument with his tool.
I'll live each day like I was in school,
I'll sleep in a library, if I could.
I'll drink my fill till my cup runs full,
I'll live beyond the portals of books.
And I'll spin a web of words and hooks
And snatch fantasies out of the blue.
But I will not play down a blunt tool
Cause I'm no 200 kind of fool.
An enlightened mind,
Is a mind fortified.
So I will never stop growing
Cause I'll never stop learning
Until I read down into a coma.
And my tombstone will be my diploma.

Akpan