Goat

I am 22
In an English
Literature class
When the elderly
Lady next to me leans
My way and hisses he really
Gets my goat glaring at the teacher
A pretentious new-minted PhD who
The first day of class wrote DR.
Before his name on the board
And is trying to be slightly
Bored at our ignorance
Telling us about Albee
But the lady next to
Me raises her hand
And tells him he is
Just an ol’ psuedo
Sophisticate as
His mentoring
Professor
Smiles
And
Asks me
What I think
So I quote Albee
That sometimes it
Takes a real pig to show
You where the truffles are
And just so with my poems.
If I get your goat then
Gruffly criticize
Not that it
Will stop
Me.