Higher EducationA Poem by IsolophobeAll 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.
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1 Review Added on March 4, 2009 AuthorIsolophobeLos Angeles, CAAboutI am an engine. Do add me on facebook, if you're bored or uh want to. more..Writing
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