I took a little string
and metal, round and flat
for swinging back and forth
o'er the table at which I sat
the pendula around me
were carving swathes in space
as the thoughts of eager lemmings
willed their toys to win the race
the crap that fills this classroom
is intangible and blurred
it flits about my ears
seeking power o'er my world
I proudly swat the garbage
back towards its evil source
as the gibberlings around me
stampede madly down their course
of simple foolishness and "wisdom"
of foul enculturation's sting
all brought to forefront by a washer
and a little piece of string
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