an education

~

an education ( i.e what they taught me )



each night i burn down my old school

all schools are cruel like zoos or gruel

or coarse whetstone - flames climb, smoke blows

yes every night - i don't suppose

i'll ever dream of something else

the evil teachers scream then melt

they're trapped inside - this is my bliss

i am a mental arsonist

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