poetry
School's Bulimic Brain-damage
Why must we learn what we don't want to know?
I cram pointless text into my bound brain,
And regurgitate info with a flow.
This kind of school torture drives me insane.
Day after week I'm taught a new skill.
One field is enough study for me,
But down my throat, classes force the pill.
I can only spew it back for teachers to see.
The Deans say that we become round students,
Yet, I come out a pulverized pancake.
Perhaps, I could repeal to the departments
And try to alter the system they bake.
There must be a cure for this brain-damage.
Give power to the students and let us manage.
-Toby C. Cummings © 2005
