Hey! Rubric!

Hey Rubric

I forgot you.

The most sacred of sacred cows

in academia these days as far as
I can tell.

Correct me if I’m wrong. 

I spotted one on the  2^nd floor

printing shelf yesterday, advancing

the progress of a poem.

Pick a poem. Any poem.

Here’s  what’s not so good;

Here’s what’s ok.

Here’s  what’s competent,

what’s better,  like-able,

really  like-able.  

 A  taxonomy of assessment.

 “A philosophy of Composition.”

I do an injustice here. I’m sure of it.

Nothing but justice can be done to

sacred cows. Nothing to laugh at.

Not amusing, Which is why they are

sacred cows and not for tipping.