Higher Education

Higher Education

A Poem by Isolophobe

All college does

Or has done

For me at least

In one way or another

 

Is teach me how to be

Someone else.

 

THe first rule is to prize

The futility of this entire

Process.

To someday get a piece of

Paper, underpaid forby the government's

Funds, Name it a degree

And be self-motivated enough

To not contemplate the uselessness

Of what you were just given.

 

There's this hollowed figure changing

My mind faster than my own

Cognition will.

Inside it's throat

There's a broken record

chanting 'study'

Eating my ears alive

As the word 'listen'

Is written in standards on a

Dated blackboard.

 

It feels like this professor

Hates his

Profession.

If they teach me anything,

It'll be how to do the same.

 

 

© 2009 Isolophobe


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As a current college student, I can't help but laugh out loud at this. It is so true. I have always felt that I am not working and paying for an education; rather I am working for a degree. If it was practical, I would have gone straight from high school to the workforce.
Favorite line: "If they teach me anything,/It'll be how to do the same."
Funny, honest, very well-written. Two thumbs up.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Isolophobe
Isolophobe

Los Angeles, CA



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