I hate this dam unthinking school

Which professes to teach you the Golden Rule -

"You fool me and I'll make you a fool"

Against this I will rebel.

 

Many's the time when I've hated to stay

When the bored, boring teacher had nothing to say.

But "No!" says the teacher, "You can't go away!"

And this I will also retell.

 

So I learned what the bored, boring teacher had taught

And, thusly, I learned to be bored on the spot.

And ever since, I've been bored at the thought

Of the trash that the school has to sell.

 

Oh, I'm sure education in school's not all bad

And I'll know things of interest when I am a grad.

But the camouflage job on the interest is sad

And the learning won't set very well.

 

And so every morning at just 9 o' clock

I rush in the school and behind me they lock

The door to my prison, and I start to walk

Through the prison, from cell to cell.

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