One of the Four,
Was a white-haired bore,
Known as the Dragon Lady behind those doors.
She called me by my name,
Jumbled up all of my documents.
A look of judgement in their eyes,
This event was such an inconvenience to their time,
Was my visiting this institution a crime?
They were unnecessarily rude,
The sneer in their veneer,
Is the reason why I brood.
Is this the way they teach?
Do they follow the values they preach?
All I hear is her s_c_r_e_e_c_h!
The experience was rich.
The sadness of a ruined day,
Rescued me from the perpetual sorrow of morrow,
From a week made of Mondays,
A long commute for 365 days.
I’m better off.
That’s all I have to say.