Thoreau

The face of Thoreau
Stares from my wallet
Though I have never
Ever read
Any of his work
All the way through

When I was in high school
And something of a brat
My teacher gave me
Civil Disobedience
In an effort to suggest
That if I wanted to fight
Or be difficult
(Revolt)
I should believe in something

I carried more of a punk rock attitude
And she was nearly eighty
But had quite a bit of gusto

Knowing that my disobedient nature
Was misguided
She tried to lead
Where others just pushed

No matter
I don't remember reading the book
At least not all the way through

His language was a bore
And so I barely know anything at all
About him
Other than what it says
On the back of my wallet

However
I do plan
To look him up
On Wikipedia
Right after I finish this poem
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5.3.11