vinylhoarder

(Literally sitting in school with nothing to do...) Fingers strumming along the desk Waiting for teacher, quite grotesque To end his speech, which is quite stretched Which all his students think is far-fetched The bell must ring, to keep the rhyme Of days gone lost, it’s such a crime To spend it all on worthless crap The teachers; all they must entrap The minds of all that blossom and grow It’s been this way since a long time ago Evil Conspiracy took away Imagination But to adults and teachers, it’s just education Made to prepare young souls at best When they fly over the Cukoo’s Nest So in this widely sprea