Assigned Seats

An idea just so crazy,
That it might just be true.
I can see who you will be,
By where you sat in school.

Kindergarten class,
Children so oblivious and naive.
The moment they leave the car,
They don't know what to believe.

Teachers become gods,
With a judgmental decision.
Where to assign the seats,
Assign futures to envision.

The twenty-one year old,
Who's been to all the proms,
Sat between three girls,
Thus learning to be cool and calm.

The rich computer nerd,
Who would always get harassed.
Was assigned a seat in the front,
Away from the rest of the class.

The woman with three divorces,
Who can't help it but annoy,
Would sit wherever she liked,
But usually by a cute boy.

Miss material girl,
Poor thing never had a chance.
Sitting in the midst of us all,
Holding us in perpetual trance.

In a corner by myself,
Is where I was assigned to sit each day.
Occasionally I'd have visitors,
But they never seemed to stay.