Fishing
The students
Walk down the hallway
And toss the
Vagrant's gold
On the ground
Meanwhile
The man leans
On his broom
And eyes humanity
With a sordid look
On his face
Meanwhile
The students
Sit in the classroom
In one ear
And out the other
The words flow
Meanwhile
A teacher preaches to an array of fish
They gasp
For air
They cannot breathe
And they know it
For a fish needs water to swim
And the teacher glares at the master's degree
When all she really needs
Is a net
Meanwhile
A student
Crushes a paper
In his hands
And society
Ignores
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