Handout

Photocopy gray
Staples in the corner
Third generation blur and fade
Some pages out of order

Pacing at the front of the room
Aisle after aisle
Handing out second rate textbooks
With a glued on fucking smile

That depressing mimeographed bundle
Imitation of life
Tossed on a desk with carvings and perversions
Stabbed in via jackknife

Same day. Same game, not a damn thing's changed
Not a teacher anymore, but a boss or
a friend
Throwing you a stack of half-hearted copycat
Lie after lie, means to an end

So I won't take this remnant of a tree
Folded in my hand, rolled up fakery
It can sit in front of my face making me sick
Clenching my fist, trying for bravery