So, the World, you’ve made it,
arrived, you’re there at last;
well removed from all before,
oblivious to the past.
You’re smart, you’re cool, you’re learned;
perspectives overflow,
there’s little you can face right now
you feel that you don’t know.
Opinions on the issues,
the answers water-tight,
politics all sound and clear,
unequalled fresh insight.
Yes, you’re now a student, yes…
to ‘Unee’ you now pray,
pay homage to the lifestyle and
the rules you now obey.
Oh sure they’re rules, most definitely,
though you won’t see them so,
as you’ve become enveloped in
a long, familiar, show.
Where you just play a bit-part act,
a role played down the years,
involving such a simple script,
accompanied by the beers.
So stand a moment, stepping back,
I know it’s new to you,
recall you’re there for knowledge, sure..
there’s lots you could accrue.
And even when you graduate,
a diploma to decree,
remember that your knowledge is
but to a small degree.

chris dawson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slightly-educated/