Do this they say; write pretty words for us
And we write all the pretty words they want
Onto one page a million ideas we crush
And in red pen, our wrongs they rave and rant
Do this they say: sit, listen and take notes
And we scrawl down all of their pretty words
Believing in the ideas that they promote
Yet we flee like a startled flock of birds
Do this they say; just for an hour
Within walls that do not stretch very far
In front of one person; many cower
Wanting only to leave out the door
Do this they say; and you will surely pass
Isn't it us who created the class
