We give our seatmates heavy nudges To string them with amused stares On breezy afternoons that sweep Our stale minds with transient flickers. We hop on to robust chairs As quickly as we shift to a finer stance And take old wooden planks as baseball bats To usher our thinking to higher altitudes. To mesmerize the authority with our questions And present a number of social agenda In the hopes of overthrowing an incumbent And blaspheme lords and hail onlookers. We impregnate our diploma barrels With gallons of voyeuristic acts To seduce freely our organs And hump them with unidentified falsity. Yet we fail to cover up our suspicions Forever reacting with idyllic subtlety For we are all enrolled in a class of clowns With sweaty bozos signing our classcards.