Disclaimer:
No, it's not mine
This is a disclaimer, true
Also, it's haiku.
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DPS: Dare Ye Enter?
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They call us "Dead Poets" for a reason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?
It's death to any engaged in treason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?
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For when that red head called us out,
We raised our fists and gave a shout!
His end was near, there was no doubt
But we prolonged our vengeance till later.
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It was due to him that Keetly left us;
Due to him that teachers tricked us
What in the world could save him from us?
We watched him age, in his years grow greater.
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We watched him grow, become an adult
Another teacher for Welton was the result.
A literature class, his choice of tumult
The boys, like us in brighter years
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In their free time, they grew curious.
Those old men nearby-most mysterious
Red watched us impress them, and grew furious
While we furtively preyed on his fears.
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The boys listened, and became free thinkers-
Artists, thespians, writers, and tinkerers
They were a new club now, no time for teachers
Red failed to contain them in all his anxiety.
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He leaves Welton now, no future before him
Since he betrayed his friends, he has none to comfort him
The memory of Neal continues to haunt him:
The wrath of the Dead Poets Society.
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They call us "Dead Poets" for a reason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?
It's death to any engaged in treason.
Dare ye enter? Dare ye enter?
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FIN