The queue to gain knowledge is long,
In a country of ours,
From school, to college, to university,
We strive to attain it-
But you know, what’s funny?
It seems, for most of us,
It a just a means,
To get a job, promising good money.
That’s a terrible, terrible way to insult,
The institution called life-
The half-witted us enter it,
With our incomplete understanding,
Of almost everything that really matters here,
And then complain it to be a difficult ride.