Post Physics Test Dissilusionment

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