I go to school

it rhymes with cool

we sit here on these stools

lined up in lockstep, we're lucky to be here

alive, and learning, yearning for a burning but the smoke has gone clear

in our own little ways we each try to steer off road

like seers, past seniors tell us no

 

we're coned, bottle necked, weeded out

we'd figured out 

we'd rather climb mole hills and spill spoiled milk

but nothing compares to our joy when the same sticky horse 

pulls us along his course to another of his ilk

greeted softly with silk and satin sheets

or so we were led to believe

 

purple caskets plague 

placing barricades to our goal of all years

secluded and reclusive it almost feels lucid

my future is elusive

if I'm to live it

it's time to quit it I don't give a shit it's time to disappear

"Shakespeare wrote King Lear"

"we have nothing to fear but fear"

like a lullaby I'm comforted by these thoughts of yesteryear

sheer terror sets in as wool is sheared from foggy eyes

idol lies idolize apathy as insanity grows near

zombies remain unchanged, longing for brains

but they won't find them here

 

bonded with my bed, I sleep like all the rest

acting sane without a brain is easy, like a test

it's easy to get along, when nothing can be wrong

sometimes I hear that faint song rising like the desert sun

shining 40 days and 40 nights, St. Peter left us to our fright

we stayed the night again, gain, gain

abandoned by our friends, end, ends

In the end I'm going to send a letter just past the riverbend

adhering to the horse's path all way 

 

my brother brother is a son of a bitch

I know what I said I know what I said

empty words and empty seats fill an office, so bleak

if the meek inherit the Earth, what keeps them alive until then? they're too weak

they only speak when spoken to

hearts all broken in two

vulnerable to be pommeled in spite of you

in light of this too, we still can't form the coup

disorganized and lazy, fear-filled and hazy

alone or together, I'm wrapped up in crazy

the watched are forced to be shady

and lately I haven't been learning

and that yarn of yearning cut short

that blaze of burning smothered sort

thwarted by the highest courts of fools

I went to school