I have to wonder,
My ass feeling more stimulation than my brain,
If the lesson being taught is the one I'm learning.
Dunderheads drone on,
Kept warm by thick coats of jargon
Which cling to them, feeding off them,
Like viscous flies.
Which are the stinking parasites?
Students are left in the cold.
When the tick of the clock carries outside the walls, and
More weight than an academic's words
I am left hungry:
Hungry, yes, to learn,
But hungrier still wondering what's for lunch.