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The Sorrows of Younger Werther, B.A., M.A., Ph.D. Candidate
A grown man in knee-pants and a cartoon tee
Flip-flopping along in his shower shoes
His hands up in surrender as he runs
A MePhone in his left, water bottle in his right
Nasaling “OmyGod! OmyGod! OmyGod!”
It’s his all-purpose whining upspeak chant
Wailed out for any grade less than an A
Or for a kitty-cute MeTube video
And now for a campus shooting: “Why me!?”
I just didn’t think it would happen here!”
(cf. Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther)
