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What I Did at School

Four to five - the infant stage - the stage to stop developing;
You're in school now, son, so put down that book!
And concentrate
On the enveloping atmosphere of a startlingly different world:
A world of lies and old school ties,
Conceit and good old fashioned backstabbing deceit.
It wasn't me, Sir!
Honest!

But what's the point - what are you learning here?
You're learning to cheat, you're learning to lie,
You're learning to kick the sand in people's eyes,
You're learning to fight, you're learning abuse,
You're learning all the swearwords that the other children use;

But what's the point - what are you learning here?
You're learning to swear, to answer back,
You're learning to gain friends just by making wisecracks,
You're learning to steal, you're learning to hate,
You're learning to conform, comply and completely vegetate;

But what's the point - why are you staying here?

And Mrs Brown, don't worry now -
He's well ensconced in the system;
The dirty little alleyways of his mind, you see,
Have been transformed by our most capable hands
Into brightly shining, gleaming corridors, you see?

Gone is the hooligan, the brat is dead
And rising from the ashes, a phoenix sparkling red
Is a model citizen -
Proud, upright, standing tall -

Because we've sliced open his heart and his brain
And torn out every shred of inspiration
He ever had to his name.

Mrs Brown, you see...?

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I don't remember quite why I wrote this, but I'd guess that I was listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall far too much. Certainly this was never a song but it could easily have been if I had an ounce of vocal talent.


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