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7:20
Late, herded into a room deprived of civilizations air,
Filling my brain with the mans gloom or so we all presume.
You stand at the board and you sit at your desk
You only care about deadlines and scores on my test
You mark up my papers, you stay after class
You couldn't care less if I actually pass
With so many things I wish I could say,
to all of my teachers day after day,
I cross all my T's, and dot all my I's,
to get a good job, so I won't serve fries.
Enough with Macbeth, or Chaucer's old tales,
