I look around and wonder

When did I become a member of the greatest, most elite band of brothers?

The greatest that has ever existed?

Can you dig it?

Our staircase is swathed in a panorama of devils and gods;

Pioneers, frontiers, and citizens who live complete lives upon that hollow core

The artery through which our lifeblood flows

I arrived in 7th grade, so today I celebrate six years of Dutchmanhood

*Ahem* a half decade of greatness, glory, and excellence.

Who has been to a Friday night basketball game?

What men! What fervor!

Gods and god kings shouting the scared away team of prepubescent boys

Into abject submission.

“We. Smell. Fear.”

Behind those red doors;

Within the halls of the sacred Collegiate school lives a beast

An upper school of 200 odd strong,

But a thousand if you count them in men.

This beast of pads and pencils, schoolbooks, muscles and athletics

May well be the pinnacle of human evolution.

Flawed yes, but perfect is boring

Settle for less man than Dutchman,

And you have chosen a measured difference in potential worthy of abhorring,

Though I give you my condolences

It is not egotistical to speak truth!

I do not overestimate our greatness, what I explain is merely reality

Can you deny that it is?

I challenge you to watch this beast

Bask in its grace, its glory, and its power

We are men among men,

Veritable bastions of wisdom and power

What, you don’t think so?

Do you think you can stop this Dutchman team?

Hell no!

© 2008 Eugene Aarons-Cooke