Queue

Queue

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.

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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.