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In Gum
School is the place where
 I become a robot
 controlled by a loudspeaker
 that goes ding! every morning
 and every hour after that
 to tell me when
 to go where and
 what to do there
 as I turn into a zombie
 because the loudspeaker
 told me it's time
 to attend my first class
 where an omnipotent God
 tells me what to do 
 and what to learn
 and how to act
 so I solve a few problems and
 answer a few questions and
 whatever to pass the time and
 then the bell went ding! so
 I grab my stuff and
 act like a bird
 in a great migration
 from second to third
 where I have to survive
 another hour with
 another God telling me 
 what to do and
 how to do it so
 I do it but then
 my pencil breaks
 so I get up to sharpen my
 sword but the sharpener 
 makes loud noises so the 
 God tells me not to interrupt 
 but I'm just trying to sharpen
 my pencil! and
 just before I argue 
 the bell goes ding! so
 I get my stuff
 and become a key
 and open my locker to
 get what I need
 for my next
 meeting with the next
 God so I take a seat
 and think how much I hate
 sitting in my assigned seat
 since its the same stupid seat
 I sit in semester after semester so I'm super sick of this stupid
 seat so I surmise a simple scheme
 to switch stupid seats and show
 the Gods once and for all
 that I can make my own
 decisions
 on how to act
 and what to do
 and where to sit
 and how to think
 and this and that
 but as soon as I stood up
 to switch seats 
 I stepped 
 in gum

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