School Daze
School Daze
In my school daze
my younger dumber daze,
I learned many things,
but not what I need.
I admit I rejected them
like a bad boy does.
It’s my fault, they say.
It’s my fault, I’m poor.
I kind of know what verbs are
and what X+T might be.
But, what do I do when a cop calls?
How do I live in society?
I learned to socialize
with other pigs at the trough.
Like crabs dragging their friends,
into lives of pointless slop.
I can play Shakespeare quite well,
but I can’t play the stocks.
I can obey all the rules,
which is all they really teach you in schools.
But, how do I get free?
How to rise above my place?
I can flip a burger,
but how do I win the race?
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