Pour the knowledge into my brain,
For what a pity it would be
For me to learn in turn for me,
So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane.
I can regurgitate ideas!
Just watch the vomit come in spouts,
And from my tongue it tumbles out,
A stench of wet and frigid slop of educational ideals.
What a good disciple I am!
Just look at all that sparkling bile,
My mind reduced into a pile.
Reward the spews of memory, such a talented little lamb!
What a pretty success story,
A perfect product of the process,
Such dehumanizing progress.
Hail the public, hail the profit, hail the system in its glory.