The Valium prescribed teacher,
gazes hazily at
the Ritalin addled class.
Asleep the principal dreams of retirement.
Cafeteria ladies nip peppermint schnapps behind the dumpster.
The only janitor is on the nod, unconscious now in his mop closet.
Education is frozen in time as the drool of generations mingles.
Is the early bus late, or the late bus early? Does it matter?
Can I borrow your copy of Beowulf?