The Object

Teachers calling in, playing fake
Students and teachers not fully awake

Running up a zero score
Caring is just nevermore

Going through plenty of motions
The apathy fills the oceans

Assignments never coming in
Eight losses, and never a win

Athletic director is simply a pile
Cross country practice, only a mile

A cesspool in the minds of many
Evident success, there isn't any

Trying to be the top side pole
Getting through is the only goal

Even the van on the side of the road
Hasn't been stripped of parts and sold

And this isn't even the best part
The absence showdown has to start

A principled neophyte in the seat
No day down there is ever nice and neat

Always living straddled on the razor's edge
Awaiting the hit from the fifty-pound sledge

Incompetence always in transition
Nobody has a positive vision

The right way, the wrong way and the third
A rock plummeting, a dying bird

So goes the want for continuation
So goes the need for greater station

But the parasites persist on anyway
No matter the week, no matter the day

Decades pass, things stay the same
That must be the object of the game

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A great rhyming scheme and some harsh truths revealed... the politics and brainwashing in high school is as strong today as ever.

[Robin]

Apathy is a slow death ... which has only one cure ... which hurts like hell

[The Analog Kid]

A vicious cycle. This would be great for spoken word.