My teacher told me to dig deeper
so I sharpened my fingernails and dug into the page
But all I got was a fine for destroying school property
and I still don’t know how Twain was really saying to analyze the story
when he said not to analyze the story.
My teacher told me to read between the lines
so I strained my eyes and searched the blankness
but for the life of me I saw no answers
and was left still without a clue
as to what the raft symbolized.
My teacher told me to open my mind
But that sounded terribly painful
so I opened my mouth and eyes and nostrils
and even my ears
but it still didn’t soak in
that Huck Finn
was a piece of social criticism
So I went in to take the test
and I failed every question
and my teacher shook her head
and said to stop being so literal.
That to grasp what it all really meant
you had to forget what it seemed to mean.
And then I really got into some trouble
because I told her she was full of shit
and she didn’t like that
but I had something to say
for the sake of everybody who’s not full of shit
and I got metaphorical on her
so that she could dig it.
I said that I would rather lift my cup
feel its character
the liquid sloshing out and drenching my fingers
the weight wearing on my arms
and the metallic bite blasting my lips
Than waste my time