Sep 2011
Mrs Bailey
I have a bone to pick with you.
You have taken my tie and in exchange
you've given me this:
A clip-on incarnation of communist conformity.
Good grades may be the most important thing to you,
And they're pretty **** important to me too!
But, in taking away our ties, you have taken away
a tiny bit more of what
makes me, me.
And him, him.
And her, her.
And us, us.
And I mean come on,
what difference will it make?
How is a clip on tie going to make me
a better writer?
Or a more fluent spanish speaker?
Or a
MORE
DRAMATIC
ACTOR?
How is a clip on tie supposed to
help me learn when,
all I'm doing in lessons is
scratching
my
neck?
I have a bone to pick with you.
You have taken my tie and in exchange
you've given me this:
A clip-on incarnation of communist conformity.
Good grades may be the most important thing to you,
And they're pretty **** important to me too!
But, in taking away our ties, you have taken away
a tiny bit more of what
makes me, me.
And him, him.
And her, her.
And us, us.
And I mean come on,
what difference will it make?
How is a clip on tie going to make me
a better writer?
Or a more fluent spanish speaker?
Or a
MORE
DRAMATIC
ACTOR?
How is a clip on tie supposed to
help me learn when,
all I'm doing in lessons is
scratching
my
neck?
Just to give you some context: my school has always had a fairly strict uniform, but recently - since "Mrs Bailey" aquired more power - the school's been plunging deeper and deeper into a "big brother" society. So, when they took away everyone's ties and enforced clip-ons, I thought something had to be said: so here it is.
