The Educated

In the gallery of flesh that sits beyond the glass

There sits five students that fall victim to their depth

They study, they wonder, they slack and they change

And they empty their pockets just to appear

The clock will call out and they’ll scatter like roaches

Glimpsing the sky as they shuffle for their floor

Wondering quietly if there’s everything to gain.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The FischerSpooner reference was against my will.

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