A Little Opus

You feel the weight of imposition

Bear heavy on your own decision

Fate to face

They multiply

The crush of language

and the cedent schoolties

The subtle angels of tradition

Eton for portent

St. Paul's for context

Oxbridge for vision

No need to make this popular

One man for progress

One man for past tense

One man for vision

No need to make this popluar

With your school cap

Blowing in the breeze

It's about time

That we made education

Not a funel but a wide line

Youth to neet

As gove to tact

1 million faces

That are staring straight past

This mix of ignorance

and Fission

Eton for portent

St. Paul's for context

Oxbridge for vision

No need to make this popular

One man for progress

One man for past tense

One man for vision

No need to make this popular

I'd rather starve

Than become a member

Of your old boys club

Sooner Depart

Than see the ascension of the bullingoon

Because I want to make a breakthrough

A tired addendum

To working hard