This Be the Worst

I knew what they were all doing training
Me to replicate their image of what I should become
But I didn't like anything I saw and feared the
Ceremony of it all perceived the sham early and its obvious
Preclusion of those outside the chosen class and the threatening hot breath
Of hate of those outside the chosen class on
My neck and the horrible long journey down those corridors with the stink
Of polished classroom floors and the stink of sweat-soddened gyms
And the stink of lockless paperless outside shithouses
The fifties early sixties greyness life like a permanent monochrome
Movie laced with bad dentists bad barbers and most of all bad teachers
Let me scream I said let me scream till the blood vents the blood vents