Undergrad Mad Poem by Mason Maestro

The educated sound
This winding's wound
Do you hear that sound?
Like teachers teaching on the grounds
Do you hear that sound?
Tertiary slamming door
I've fought it all my life
But I can't take it anymore

It's simply sad, order iron-clad
Robotic lad, mad undergrad

How do you find something
That can't be found?
Do you hear that sound?
That scratching sound
The grading grader
The Alma mater
Learn it, repeat it
Throw it away at the end of the day
It's said it's all in all
Just bricks in the wall

It's simply sad, order iron-clad
Robotic lad, mad undergrad

Give me asylum; let me in
No longer want to be their jurisdiction
Institute academia
Psychology, Physiology
Macro Sociology
Cambridge faculty shut them out
And Oxford slammed the door
Higher learning won't turn back
a sophomore

It's simply sad, order iron-clad
Robotic lad, undergrad mad