Victory Face (Work In Progress)

(this is such a rough draft, but I wanted to share what I have so far in order to start getting feedback - I hope that you enjoy it!)

Weeks before graduation,
Rising seniors stand riveted
In place
Like holy men at an altar
At their bathroom
Mirrors,
Practicing their victory face.
This is the face
That they will make
When the dean of their college
That they've never seen before
And will never see again
Hands them the rolled up letter
That will inform them of two indelible,
Inescapable truths,
Truths that come for them
Like bloodhounds,
Relentless,
Merciless.

Fact one:

The paper with the
School themed ribbon
 is symbolic.
Like cake at a birthday party,
It represents time gone by.
It represents memories,
Moments that have been
blown away.
Much like cake,
The paper that he hands you
 is a lie.

Fact two:

You have not handed over

enough Washingtonian dignity

to them yet,

and they are here to collect.

Let me show you
My victory face.
There is enough heart matter
Rattling around in my shoelaces
To make an atomic bomb,
And I have timed my entrance
Perfectly.
I will walk right up to you,
Douse you in truth, and
I will blow up in your first place
With such stomach-felt grace
You won't know what
past-tense verbed you.
Come in to my present,
You harlequin hippie,
You pretentious penguin,
You side-stepping syllable
Sucking soulfully on so many sins
Straight down the barrel
Of my cocky loaded fingers
Fuck your hyper criticality,
Trade it in for musicality,
Or technicality,
Or Transformers tech mechs
dining on Tex Mex.

Some call me hysterical.
Some call me lyrical.
Some call me fanatical
And I'll be damned if they aren't
Absolutely right.