At the Lecture

By EJ, February 1985

Why, oh, why, must I sit here and think,
my brain's disengaged, my eyes only blink,
at the sniveling drivel and hum-mumbo-jumbo,
presented by teachers who mumble and stumble.

The Voice it does speak, but my ears do not hear,
my eyes do not see, it surely seems queer,
that I come here to learn, to grow and be taught,
and fall fast asleep, and fun fills my thoughts.

Somehow, I think, someone's missing the point.
Why did I ever enroll at this joint?
I dream of the good life, but then I awake,
and there lies before me a quiz I must take.