Taught Looking

May my educational removal, 
Last the first minute
And end on time.

Dead deeds tell all tales:
Become vestigial;
Retract;
Discover the peace within;
And other tropes like that.

I am trite!
A pedant! 
Glib and self-indulgent.

I feast at the trough,
pages are my wages.
And they are spent just as soon
as they're earned.

Don't talk parallel structure
or critique to me.
I'm a bounded disequilibrium,
waiting for the solution
to this equation that grants me my beats.