My Name Is Knowledge- Craig Cook

My Name Is Knowledge
Your Doors Can Not Hold ME
The Locks Are Copious, But Hold I The Key

You cannot bar me from The Trial,
I will pass Notes From The Underground,
Bridge the River Kwai,
And break free the bars of The Cage.

I want to learn what you have to teach.
But you want to hang me with a noose of crimson tape,
Crush my meandering mind with unfinished files,
And fill my brain with fear and frustration in lieu of desperately sought thought.

You cannot forbid me to love Lady Chatterley,
I will Journey to the Center of The Earth,
Sleep in the Animal Farm,
And throw the Doors of Perception wide open.

Now, I know that your drive is ones and zeros,
And that you’re waiting for the faux gold encrusted
Square of 2X5 upon which I scribble my mark,
Signifying the transfer of my blood sweat and tears,
Over the past seven years,
To your pocket.

You cannot overstay my Welcome to the Monkey House.
I will visit The 12th Planet,
Brave a New World,
And drink from The Fountainhead.

Don’t deny me my education because of the status of my checkbook.
Loose me in numbers or piles of paperwork.
Fancy computer glitches,
Application-eating bitches,
Or deny that 32 stitches screwed up my transcript
My Ego,
My Face,
My Dreams,
And My Reality.

You can not burry me without Angela’s Ashes,
I will Fly Over the Cuckoo’s Nest,
Go On The Road,
And have Visions of Gerard in my sleep.

Who are you that is against me,
Are you society,
Or just a select few of the upper-crust muckey-mucks,
Playing with the lives of us simple folk,
Offering your education, a capitalist joke.
Laughing as you rob me of time and dreams.

You cannot swat my Lord of the Flies,
I will play ball with the Catcher in the Rye,
Honor Thy Father,
And fly Around the World in Eighty Days.

Forget This Shit; I’ll Do It My Self
My world awaits in the pages of weeping trees,
Dusty covers, arrayed by tile or last name.
Oh man.........

has anyone seen my library card?

You cannot veil The Prophet’s prostration.
I will learn the Art of War.
Marry A Communist.
And be an individual even in 1984.