The writer’s circle has begun! And with it, a slew of writing (no, duh). The prompt this week was “Principle”
So here’s my poem, you dig.
Principle
You do not touch
You do not smile
You do not taste
You sit, you think.
Illusions deluding, elusive,
Alluding to the mismatched:
You do not talk
You sit, you think.
Right and wrong were
Left written behind, right?
You do not mourn
You sit, you think.
Reasoning with the senses
Sensed since the listless left
You do not smell
You sit, you think.
And in that covered care
You consider the cost:
You do not cower
You sit, you think.
You do not touch
You do not smile
You do not taste
You sit, you think.
Highest Form of Whit 
Sounds like In School Suspension… You do not sleep… You sit there and “think about what you’ve done!”
the title could also be “Principal” as in what you do when sent to the principal’s office…. not that I ever was….ahemm… ahemm…