There are two entrances to Department,
Unless the gods go drop you there.
The back entrance, more compartment
If you bother them to compare.
Unless you, by birth, is a legal heir
Or you move the Chair with extreme care.
When we were kids there, long ago,
We were told what the ancients sing:
These lands are barren with men who know
Almost all about everything.
Of the joy that their pets may bring
As they dance to songs they sing.
When we are older, after, leaving there,
Life burns our learned skin.
Those who dealt two cards without a care
While sharing the same canteen;
Those who finally made it in,
We tremble at that grin.
What we are is what we are we are,
Education’s just a foil.
Your mileage, whether ts near or far
Depends how you rub that coil.
Work out how a shriveled dick to beguile.
Save your pennies on the midnight oil.
usjp – Sep, 2009.