what kind of degree did you think you were selling me
when you said education was the only way to productivity?
i can't help that I create, can't force you to compensate
me for my art anymore than you can make me some secretary

no, i don't want to stand in their classroom
spewing about a history untrue
why make me perpetuate the lies
of this superficial supremacist country?

children should be told of the
subjects not bold enough to
make it to any book i ever saw there
about how we step on the weak
just to manifest masked strength
and how there are other children
dying in the streets

they suffer from malnutrition
they suffer from social rejection
because their faces are unclean
no one tries to wash off the hatred
no one sees the wonder underneath

and no one believes they exist anyway

it's easier to turn off the tv
when the holiday reminders
remind us how lucky we
just might fucking be

i know i've shed a big fat tear
every time and every year
i see a little bloated belly
and a fly around a big black eye and ear
looking for some sympathy
but some people simply get annoyed
and complain over the stain

they say it's the wrong thing to ask
where's that christmas stash?
of sugar cookies so I can gain another
layer of apathy and digression

but if we really taught our children
about their siblings on the streets
maybe we might see some real
holiday cheer next year