Colleges and Universities

Colleges and Universities are places of learning.

In it four years now, a degree I am earning.

Or that at least is the plan that is offered,

When through many courses I’ve duly suffered.

In classes taught by fine professors,

I’ll grow a beautiful plume of feathers.

And yet I perceive my feathers are plucked,

And from the nest I’ll soon be shook.

For things beamed at me by erudite teachers,

Require one’s faith, and are more fit for preachers.

They say my reality is made of perception,

Built by my mind, the perfect deception.

They say the world is all an illusion,

And I wonder how THEY can escape the confusion.

In quantum mechanics, this thought is treasured:

A thing isn’t real until its been measured.

But if this is true, which measurement show it?

If something’s unreal, how could anyone know it?

(As Einstein said, subatomic cause-and-effect,

Not understood now, may be someday yet.)

They say reality doesn’t make sense;

And I’m still waiting for their evidence.

They give us James Joyce, who penned Ulysses

And tell us this nonsense is full of deep mysteries.

A mystery is right but they haven’t a hint;

The question is how did this crap get to print?

ee cummings they offer as new poetry,

But it has no rhyme or rhythm or beat.

As painterly genius they offer us Pollock,

Who, drunk, smeared his canvas in meaningless frolic.

Picasso they say is revolutionary,

But his painting are gasps of the fodder canary.

They speak of the poor, downtrodden have-nots,

And say government healthcare is spotty in spots.

Western doctors don’t know the real human needs;

Alternative herbals they proffer, indeed!

Evolution they say hasn’t answered all questions;

Intelligent design is the offered succession.

And these are the learned men of the time?

A feast of unreason! On nonsense they dine!

God, help us all to escape a Dark Ages.

In every field, we need newborn sages.

And as reason is smothered, what are we hearing?

My god, can it be? The people are cheering!

As an atheist, I know to not kneel and pray;

A rebirth of reason must bring back the day.

And so, my professors, I bid you adieu;

I’ll drop out of college, and start my own school.

The End