it starts with an s, ends with an l, and has a choo between.
Tears, overflowing from our cup.
Brains, overflowing from our craniums.
Too much knowledge doth no good to anyone
But rather, is a health hazard to the human brain
Oh, the wonderful human mind!
To be corroded as such by knowledge!
(who needed to know about surds anyway?)
What wastage, in the minds of those who
Know the lazy truth
Brain Damage! Thought Sewage! Sleepless Decades!
How is it that young minds could be reduced to such a state
Of being enclosed in hot, stuffy classrooms
Wasting away as wave after wave of torture is dealt them!
Is this the fate of our young generation?!
Instruction and Education in an Innovative and Nurturing Environment?!
Apparently. Oh yes. I am afraid so: the world has come to DOOMsday.
No, my fellow comrades, no!
I say we fight for our rights to be exactly what we are
Young People Who Have a Freaking Life.

Wrote this with a friend, in a fit of frustration. Therefore, nothing said in this poem is to be taken seriously, literally, or logically. I now shirk all responsibility :D