This poem deals with the trouble of schools that follow department rules too much. Jokes aside, I am having a horrible time of it at school and wished I could turn back the clock.
The head is empty they say
Put that fucking book away
I can't speak for trying
Out of mouth is only crying
Take away my empty head
You cut my only real thread
Reach into my world of silence
Too much of me is lost to reliance
Talking is thinking you see
You just need to talk to be
To be at peace with reality
Is to have a chat with gravity
Teachers think real talk is remedy
But reading is too; have a sedentary
When schools go to rule
You only get a fuckup and tool
Treat me with an empty head
And have your way; I'll be dead