10/7
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,
but seldom.
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,
slowly dying....
