The Public School Whore*


She prostitutes herself for taxpayer green,
Lying to the public and handing out worthless degrees,
Students in attendance with desperate learning needs,
A useful education they don't receive,
Jipped when they graduate...can barely read.

Rented out to build an unrealistic job corps,
The slut pretends to teach that High School course,
Funny thing is...there's no teaching going on at this source,
Just illegitimate computer programs sucking the student's brain off before graduation’s divorce.

An abortion of learning that by and large stinks,
Created for profit...at-risk students take a back seat,
Teachers pimping wares and causing mental harm...they think it's neat,
Putting myths of success in a student's brain for fun and kicks...ain't that sweet?

Losing is the name of the game when this trollop turns her tricks,
Fibbing her way to legitimacy at our expense,
Destroying faith in the school experiment,
Leaving everyone involved with a sense of hollow achievement.

Eric B. Ramey

Copyright ©2006 Eric B. Ramey


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Numb Love*

Was it real, I cannot tell, Pinch me again, Say something to make me...feel. Finding the letter, Reading one last time, Love is gone, Say something to make it...better Weeks have past, I know now it has to be real, But how can I tell, Please say something to make it all...last. Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey
Read more

Where Are You?*

I sit here and wait, My heart breaking with each minute passing, I wonder where you are... And why you have changed. You used to be different, Something in you has gone astray, I wonder where you are... And if you love me no more. I say to myself that nothing is wrong, But why lie when I feel it in my soul, I wonder where you are... And dream of the things you used to say. I've been down this road before, It all feels the same, I wonder where you are... And if I'm the one to blame. I still love you and that will never change, I want to hold you in my arms and wash away the pain, I'm wondering where you are my love... And if my heart was given in vain. Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2004 Eric B. Ramey
Read more

Sitting Beneath The Poetree...

Image
Poetry speaks to us all in different ways. Some poems fit with our emotions and bring us to tears...others say nothing leaving us at a loss for meaning. A majority of my poetry is written from experience and the emotions that I felt at the time. Much of it comes from the Heart. At times, only I understand the true meaning of the poem. However, I try to instill enough mystery and vagueness into the work, giving the reader personal ownership, perhaps touching a chord in their soul, and giving them a line that might have meaning in their lives. Not all poetry is perfect (God knows that I have written poetry that is, at best, an amateur attempt!)…but in my opinion there is no such thing as bad poetry… It's up to you, the reader, to determine if the poem has meaning...
Read more