Oh modern schoolhouse, such fine lesson taught
To rambunctious children like you and I.  
Ah, your vapid air having my brain rot,
Sitting still for you tip the day I die -
I give much thanks for the literacy
And my will, once fire, now dust and smote -
I was taught to ignore the birds and bees,
And slapped on the wrists when my fingers wrote.  
I was taught not color but black and white,
That each heart clangs like an old metronome,
Sound ignored in the flaming starless night,
Taught it's better to breath and love alone.  
I slept with my window open one time,
Before I was taught dreams a heinous crime.