A thought has come to my head. It woke me up, got me out of bed. It's called Calm High.

It will be a chapter in my fourth novel, titled policies.

A student interprets a poem a certain way, and as a result, he has to join the "time out" march outside.

They march students on a track. But, every ten steps, they take one step backwards. And, ten steps after that, they all kneel, and stand up again. This forces the student to count their steps.

Just picture what it would do to your thought process, if you marched for a few hours, with nothing in your head but the counting of paces.

Does anyone here know a famous poem, that superficically praises the United States, but the real meaning is one of condemnation.