Thecal Contamination

by joetwo

Piling up

The vast reams of thecal matter

Formerly great ideas, original thought

Chewed up, and regurgitated

Removed of its promise, its novelty

Made bland and tasteless

Sacrificed to conformity for examiners

Excitement removed for passive review

Left to fester it spreads

Coating all around it

Removing the joy from life

Its presence an unmistakable mark on the face, the voice

Stained by the thesis

Contamination growing worse each day

Until, the cleansing of submission, of graduation

To flush away the thesis from mind and soul

To return to the original state of freedom and joy

Almost all but forgotten.