A student in captivity, a quest to be freed;
A monotonous life, these jocks they lead,
Intellect a mockery, memory thy need.
A distorted concept, a theory begun,
by a man whose qualifications were financially won.
A professor by name, a teacher though none,
rambles incorrigibly about his plump toddler son.
Hours of agony, a timetable to fill,
Vodafone for company, yet classes to kill;
A mack truck amok, a rare ailment, we pray
hit our beloved professors, so make good our day.
Education, well fed should tingle one's brains,
though dismal if be, yields but no gains.
Children at heart, we students are same,
institutional education is homicide we proclaim.
