Sitting

Sitting

Listening to another talk

Hardly absorbing

What they want you to know

(And I’m an auditory processor

A night person

Even)—

But come ON

This is an ancient 

Way to teach

Another lecture

Another sermon

Another talk that serves only the auditory learner

(They say is only about 30%

Of us, 

If that.)

Steward the learning styles

In the room

We’ve got verbal learners

All shut up

We’ve got musical learners

Having to play tunes in their heads

Because there simply isn’t time

Here for the frivolity of music 

(Afterall, “playtime” is only for after the whole day is gone

For once we’re burned out from the day)

We’ve got mathematical learners

Craving to ideate algorithms and escapes,

Forced to copy instead of create

And for those that crave to know

To find out all alone–ears bleeding

Even those who experience life

Through the body, aching to move

Stuck in their chair, stiff with recompense 

Please help!

The visual-spatial learner

Hasn’t seen a sketch 

In these hours and hours of lectures 

Putting all they have to the test

The naturalist

Hasn’t seen the light of day

Since who could know when?

They’re all crying  

From within

—

Screaming, even

So much so 

That they’ve gone mute

Trying to compute

And spit out the desired

Outcome

To prove

They’re paying attention

They’re here and they’re 

Worth the hire

They’ve got something to offer…

These prison cells 

Of classrooms

Offices 

Churches

Organized places like these

Places that say that

They bring beauty and life

To the world

…Once they get the job

They’ll show you!

(After they prove

That they can first

Lose their soul).