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“A relationship with knowledge” It was said in preschool classrooms, Childish cafeterias and forgotten Blissfully, on the monkey bars and jungle gyms It was said to raging delinquents Preached to a stuffy, shy girl Busy pushing her glasses too close to her nose Fidgeting around the corners of the library It made its way towards teachers And raucous PTA meetings Each lobbyist far too adamant; Ears drooped and beleaguered A relationship with knowledge Well Who is this knowledge? Does he play nice? I think I met him, once He smiled at me, dirtied- on the street But I can’t really be sure He seems to be awfully elusive How silly, to make a relationship With someone who never seems to show up But maybe its not his fault maybe we’ve ruined his fun Watching us now, elbows dug into text Bracing like bulls staring down cobbled streets It seems an awfully aggressive stance To take with company It looks as if our teachers lied We are trying to capture knowledge Or I wouldn’t be the only one To sit by the train tracks Waiting for my friend to come along
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May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 3:16 PM UTC
A Relationship with Knowledge
“A relationship with knowledge” It was said in preschool classrooms, Childish cafeterias and forgotten Blissfully, on the monkey bars and jungle gyms It was said to raging delinquents Preached to a stuffy, shy girl Busy pushing her glasses too close to her nose Fidgeting around the corners of the library It made its way towards teachers And raucous PTA meetings Each lobbyist far too adamant; Ears drooped and beleaguered A relationship with knowledge Well Who is this knowledge? Does he play nice? I think I met him, once He smiled at me, dirtied- on the street But I can’t really be sure He seems to be awfully elusive How silly, to make a relationship With someone who never seems to show up But maybe its not his fault maybe we’ve ruined his fun Watching us now, elbows dug into text Bracing like bulls staring down cobbled streets It seems an awfully aggressive stance To take with company It looks as if our teachers lied We are trying to capture knowledge Or I wouldn’t be the only one To sit by the train tracks Waiting for my friend to come along
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May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 3:16 PM UTC
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