Valleys inhabit the face of
Dido.
The ridges flex and crumble
as she trots.
Along the infinite grounds,
of ACI
A step quakes the
surrounding students,
A look fears, a frown tears,
a smile denigrates,
To her we're all rats of
consequence;
Future connections to her
LinkedIn page.
Dido is neither satirical
when she describes her
Arbitrary and partial rule as "helpful"
nor her conscience is
crowded when she crowds the list
of listless students with
pouts direful
She is Dido, and the problem
is, she exists.
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