Thursday, August 19, 2004
Andover SpiresYou stand, old school, bright upon a hill,
Distinguished by the two centurie' long reach,
But what of fools now hired there to teach,
Indifferent to the student that they kill
By snobbery, sloth, political intrigue,
Drones who rarely read, are voted pay
Not by merit or degrees but length of stay,
Conspirators to only those in league?
Spires are declaration of intent,
No more signs of education than
The police effected to support a tent
Can guarantee who'll gather there by plan
No need, Sam Phillips, however to repent.
A blackness even Eden overran.
~ Alexander Theroux
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i am nadi; :] at 7:24 PM