I used to be innocent
I used to be free
Guilt and regret could not touch me.
They carried me away, they did, they did
Somewhere dark and damp is where they hid
Off to work for days that slid
Into weeks and months and years
They smelt of dusty chalk and tea
And ever did speak eloquently
Hammering various pegs constantly
Into uniform shaped holes
Finally, when form emerged
All trace previous had been purged
Enthusiasm no longer surged
And the fire in eyes snuffed out
“Good job” said the men
Drinking tea again
“For our jobs there’s no need to fear!
We’ve beaten and hacked and clawed them into shape
So we’re sure to top the tables this year”
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