Pour the knowledge into my brain,

For what a pity it would be

For me to learn in turn for me,

So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane.


I can regurgitate ideas!

Just watch the vomit come in spouts,

And from my tongue it tumbles out,

A stench of wet and frigid slop of educational ideals.


What a good disciple I am!

Just look at all that sparkling bile, 

My mind reduced into a pile.

Reward the spews of memory, such a talented little lamb!


What a pretty success story,

A perfect product of the process,

Such dehumanizing progress.

Hail the public, hail the profit, hail the system in its glory. 

This poem is about: 
My country