Demurrer

Permission
And you don’t need it
Rocket fuel, though
For out-of-this-world ideals
Owned by idealistic men
Courageous ones with gall
With a willingness
To join hands with the Other
To answer
To make an admission, but never concede
Human

Second

The permission slip

Mine

That I didn’t need, first of all

You gave, then took away

Taunted me with it

Made me give chase

I, unsuccessful then

I, unaccounted for

Walked into class alone, second of all

A laughingstock in my own eyes

Call It

Always then fall 
Times you cannot will to stand 
Quiet yourself, take a bow, take a knee
Until when tomorrow 
Finds your chin straight
Your will intact
With the path lying crisply ahead