It was a dark and stormy night, that’s how to start a story right/
ignore the bright lightening strikes in the sky that give sight/
the full moon supplies the vision with its bright white luminescence/
thunder boomin’ through the session as the teacher writes a lesson/
bright and eager students forced to pick professions based on first impressions/
following directions not of their own suggestions, causing stressin/i
n the waistband, next to tucked erections, guns are resting/
that leads to more arresting/the standardized testing isn’t interesting/
the current system isn’t catching, with parents empty nesting we’ve crossed the intersection/
my suggestion is to tell all those that preach oppression to get to stepping/
stairway to heaven