Autodidactic Rant Poem by Max Gatrell

Restricted by conditioning,
Conduced to simply speak,
These platitudes of ill effect,
Resounded through the week,
Remedial, I was once thought, which changed to erudite,
Attendance of those special meetings,
Added to the slight,
Culpability I’ll take, a lack of grade my fault,
But then again the blame should lie,
With those who ruled before they taught,
By day I daydreamed while the teachers,
Prattled on distraught,
Or disrupted out of boredom,
Disciplines they wrought,
For all the time that lapsed in school,
Illusions were negated,
I knew the system was defunct,
So grew my puerile hatred,
The inquisition thrived once more,
Another age in darkness borne,
Curriculums of social blunders,
On our blazers daily worn,
No Milton mentioned in my classes,
Nor intrigues of the ancient world,
Just feckless lessons leaked from arses,
As I under went their geld,
Due to want which I beheld,
A sea of classics then would part,
Ignorance at last I quelled,
When in truth I searched for art.