You want to know what's wrong?

I'm in a white box for eight hours a day,

listening to people who don't care ramble on,

being forced to tolerate, respect my captors,

doing work that makes no sense, 

even though everybody tells me I'm smart,

I don't think we learn anything but how to memorize

the cause of the fall of the Roman Empire,

which in structure reminds me of my prison.

Sure, when we're young and naive,

we cheer and when we get older,

we see past the bread and circuses,

and we're bombarded by the outside.