Jr. High

I am sorry
I cannot tell you
Who you are
Only who I see you
Acting as
Purporting to be
Smarter greener
Holier than me
Yearning to be unique
Which is not altogether hard
You must simply
Be yourself
Not an effigy
Of gigantic
Ridiculous proportions
Marching yourself
Through a protest parade
Shouting mispronounced epithets
Rehearsed to death
In order to show
That you are "educated".