Nothing says the new years like accusations.  I know it it's only been one month into the new year, but it opened up with all sorts of wild accusations from certain colleagues of mine about incompetence.  Namely mine.

I guess that's what happens when you land a $100K grant that's renewable for 10 years and they didn't (especially in these hard economic times--the smaller specialized classes help too when they have +40 in a class and I cap around 30).  And in honor of them I decided to write this poem, though much of it was inspired by Cal Poly Pomona (the fake Cal Poly) administration as recounted to me by countless alumni:

Morlocks (1st draft)

You know them well from ten to two.
Diligent at their nine to five.
--Though sometimes they're out to lunch,
Their job is always finished.

Satisfied with government work
And their logoed business cards
--They toil away--
Confident in what you don't know.

After all sweeping mines builds
Hand and eye;
Solitaire: critical thought.
Don't tread on their sacred rights!

They earned it well by who they knew
By favors, race, or blood.
Better a nibble from everyone's plate
Than eating your children whole.