Sitting helpless while chained to the ground,
we are forces to learn about something quite round.
It's like nothing we've seen, something we cant really explain.
But then again, we're chained to the floor. We can't really complain.
Our chains are not real, they're actually metaphorical.
All we know is it's something historical.
Sometimes we can only just sit there and drool.
'Cause if we talk, we hear it's against some kind of rule.
The "Leaders" are in pens, paper, and pencils clad,
but for some reason they still think that talking is bad.
They teach something called language, but is ain't gat no speech.
The way we see it, it's some kind of metal leech.
We really cant cuss, heck we can't even talk.
Well....... I guess we can....... but we write it in chalk.
The closest we dare to get in the word "Fudge"
But when one slips (which happens a lot), we are forces to go see "The Judge"
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