Lilacs

I see this guy I knew from school years ago. Now he's a teacher though instead of a student.
When I knew him in school, I was always amazed that he was so extroverted when he struck me as having almost nothing to say worth listening to. A gentle and decent person, I suppose... but the kind of guy who wrote sickeningly maudlin songs about falling in love with strippers - and worse, would purposely sing them before captive audiences. A great personal triumph of his heart over the yearnings of his penis, I'm sure...
Now I see him herding his students to his favorite spot on campus to perch above them like Moses delivering Commandments from a modest rock stage & I feel so compelled to be disruptive. I want to sit in the grass along with his class and then suddenly wave my arms wildly and scream about wasps attacking me.
I can't stand the trappings of a romanticised nature. Nature is beautiful and everything but she can damn sure watch impassively while the wolves eat out your guts. Real nature is not to be admired but to be stood in awe of while you instinctively cup your balls for protection.