Intellectuals All

Mother would yell about the house, another
day spent cleaning up after ungrateful strays.
Father gave us hell about the lights. He’d rather

we dwelled in darkness. Cheaper to see.
Anger would swell and wane. We preferred
slamming doors to a well placed exam.
Eggheads. Scholars. Nerds. Well read

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