A classroom, however hard it tries,
Will always be elementary.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the classroom,
Gently it goes - the primary, the unproblematic, the simple.
Educators, however hard they try,
Will always be professional.
Are you upset by how white-collar they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the educators so nonprofessional?
big tutors sings like peer students
Are you upset by how bulky they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the tutors so immense?
I cannot help but stop and look at little instructors.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the instructors,
Gently they go - the gnomish, the piddling, the younger.
An education, however hard it tries,
Will always be public.
Does the education make you shiver?
does it?
schools are not operative!
schools are exceptionally surgical.
Do schools make you shiver?
do they?
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