Your old-style textbook made students book-bound,
Instead of looking beyond, they just looked around.
Your third-class copy of education's way,
Only taught students stress day after day.
Sometimes papers are checked wrong with pride,
Sometimes question papers leak far and wide.
With an outdated curriculum still in sight,
You still call everything perfectly right.
......
IF I were to answer you
As you would, my soul would soar
Like the lark from earth-born eyes,
Soar and hide in far-off skies,
Soar and come to mortal view
Nevermore.
Whatsoever chance befall,
Of myself I'd die possest.
If they hold a willing mind
......
Is brevity not the soul of wit
So why then dilute the words which we spit
Is it perchance some performative urge
Some selfish ambition to a little longer be heard
What cause do we have to slight our creations
If not entitlement to our meaningless station
Am I not but a jester who wears a tin crown
Yet speaks of it as gold with the hope that my mouth is not bound
Your old-style textbook made students book-bound,
Instead of looking beyond, they just looked around.
Your third-class copy of education's way,
Only taught students stress day after day.
Sometimes papers are checked wrong with pride,
Sometimes question papers leak far and wide.
With an outdated curriculum still in sight,
You still call everything perfectly right.
......
Is brevity not the soul of wit
So why then dilute the words which we spit
Is it perchance some performative urge
Some selfish ambition to a little longer be heard
What cause do we have to slight our creations
If not entitlement to our meaningless station
Am I not but a jester who wears a tin crown
Yet speaks of it as gold with the hope that my mouth is not bound
IF I were to answer you
As you would, my soul would soar
Like the lark from earth-born eyes,
Soar and hide in far-off skies,
Soar and come to mortal view
Nevermore.
Whatsoever chance befall,
Of myself I'd die possest.
If they hold a willing mind
......