About a third of the time
The conversation I heard was mine
But the street was full of listening choices
The other two thirds were different voices
So focusing in on one
Their intelligence has to have gone
As I listened to their deficient chatter
I concluded there must be something the matter
I concluded there must be something the matter
The heads I heard were inane
A communion lacking a brain
An assorted group of absolute cretin
It's hard to believe these people were let in
It's hard to believe these people were let in
The master had left his minions
Non of them had their own opinions
So all that they said was fully defective
Their education has been ineffective
Their education has been ineffective
Which brings me to my point
The thing that makes my head disjoint
An area that bluffs such a polished face
Is the location that this all took place
Creatures from a “higher class”
Intellect respected by the mass
Too many must listen to what they say
Those students, overheard that day
Samh
