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This one makes a lot more sense when your stoned. Comments are appreciated.

Submitted: December 26, 2007

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Submitted: December 26, 2007



School you are a drag, man
A paroxysm on the minds of our youth
Like a hypocritical bomb
An anti-social gathering
Bent on the complete and utter destruction of our egos
You preach to us
Of being independent individuals
While you pass out you ‘standardized tests’
Like a rash
Spreading you corruption
Among the children
Of today
Teaching them to think for themselves
While you punish them
For not doing things your way
And try to make them believe in you damned logic
Forcing kids into desks
And handing out your tests
While saying, "do your best"
And forgetting to say the rest
Forgetting to say
"Or else you’ll fail,
And be subject
To this anarchic society
In which you’ll be treated like dirt."
I thank you
For your imprisonment
For without you I’d be free
To live in this illiterate society
Run by this blind anarchy
Yes I would be free
From knowledge and thoughts
Free to live a mindless life
Free to wither and rot

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