It's strange to sit in this classroom
And watch student's spirits shrivel.
Staring ahead with dead eyes
I sit absorbing information
That will be of little use to me
And I know it.
To affect matters the worse
The presentation is soul-crushing.
Stillborn, dead and dry
Before it could come alive.
He speaks like a garden sprinkler
Spraying words out in an arc
that occasionally find a mark,
While a sprinkler bestows life giving water,
If left running too long it will drown the grass.
The Emperor is naked
And we all know it.
Yet we sit here still,