If I'd've known there was an end to school,

If I'd've seen the way it escalated

And then catapulted its product out the door,

I'd've never let them pass me out of kindergarten.

I'd've stayed just one more year

And then one more after that.

And yes, it would've been sad to see my friends move on,

But only because I'd pity them

For trying so hard to make the system work,

And for letting the system 

Work so well on them.

But as for me, I'd stick to crayola markers and glue

And Mother Goose,

Because those are the things I like to do today,

And all that other education just gets in my way.

I'm having to forget a lot

Of what I was told politically,

To let art unfold out of me

Poetically.