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As I sit during the aftermath of my physics test, another failure, no doubt
I begin to reconsider my existence, my place on this earth
Was I meant to be an obedient slave? Indentured to the restrains of this desk
And the piercing, judging eyes of my teacher
Looking on in disgust
At the pupil who could, with just a little bit of effort
Be just like her, another tortured soul enslaved to the classroom

Maybe if I spent more of my free time memorizing
The formulaic approaches and numerical values
(She just shook her head at me, as if I'm supposed to feel bad)
I could be commended for my efforts with a Letter
An A for my time
So I could take it and paste it to my college resume
Mail it off to the judges of my future
Weighing my faults and blessings on their Leber scales and calculators
To decide whether or not I'm worthy enough of their glorious institute
Will I wear the golden shackles, or the silver?
Tied down to the textbooks and degrees of my owners
They own me, I have no choice
I cannot be "successful" in life without them
Without the awe inspiring degree pinned to my cubicle wall
As I spend my future in some worthless job making greed efficient
Amassing credit and funds in a lifetime of repetitive motions
Type this paperwork, stamp this letter, fax this document
Locked in an artificial setting, mind restrained to the irrelevant 

If only I were look outside, and see the wondrous collection of the universe
The birds, the trees, the sky as they all go unnoticed
Limitless in its expanse, divine in its inspirations
Because the ants underneath do not look up
They do not stare into the infinite celestial beauty that's above
The mystifying energy of the Galaxy, enshrined in its cosmic purple light
Instead, the ants look down, heads bent at their mindless tasks
They are doing physics problems that they won't remember when the bell rings
They are wasting away the time until their next meal
Their next drink
Their next nap
Their next animalistic instinct 
Their next death
They do not think
They obey
They do not want
They exist
There is no cognition
Merely obedience
To a system that is rigged by the puppet masters of society
The ones we do not see
And never will
Because we do not look up

Grow old and die
Spawn of the earth
In your cesspool of ignorance and filth
Die spawn
Die
Die
I think my teacher just growled at me
Let her growl
It only proves my point
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