I went to school, sat still in class
And watched 15 strange years pass
Then one day I was felicitated
And they said I’m educated.
Unfortunately, my education
Was impervious to any vocation
My vanity was quickly deflated
And I rued the day I was educated.
I wondered then and wonder now
What was I educated on, and how?
I just know facts that are unrelated
Apparently that makes me educated.
“But I don’t know anything,” said I
As I couldn’t spot half-truths and lies
They said it’s okay, we’re all frustrated
But at least we’re all educated.
I fear that most of my education
Was a course on generalisation
Help, I’ve been indoctrinated!
I wish I weren’t so educated.
Why do people romanticise jingo
Why is violence entwined in our lingo?
My father says its complicated
But it’s good that I’m educated.
I sought a use for my educated views
So I lobbed fruitless facts at the news
I took pleasure in being opinionated
As I was grievously educated.
Something was amiss, I realised
When the things that I most despised
Instead of being actively berated
Were being abetted by the educated.
I tired soon of my tedious tirade
My quotidian quips were unmade
I then reopened, much too belated
The Curious Case of Being Educated.
I slowly open my ears, open my eyes
Listen to the madmen and question the wise
As my former education is dissipated
Bit by bit I’m being educated.