School
Put on the blank mask
Draw the smile and bright eyes
You know your task
To make it through the lies
Bind your soul
It can wait
Fill the hole
This is fate
Tie the strings
And let your body relax
Become the servant of kings
Or pay the tax
Listen to their plee
Let opinion drain from your mind
Let them bask in glee
You must seem blind
For they can tell
Fact from fable
And they will make life hell
Sticking on labels
So lay low
Let your movements flow
And have a nice day at school.
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