Oh, silly me!

Oh, silly me!
How did I not see

that the script was the paper on the floor.

Oh, and how stupid of me

to think that there might be

an actual reason to go to school.

(A reason beyond sitting and staring, I mean

Even though I admit - the floors are quite clean!)

And how foolish of me

from the south to flee

with the hopes of learning something new.

I have no idea what was the programme

used to edit that piece

and I certainly have no idea

what was the point of these past weeks?

The foolish, stupid, silly me

thinks that I must be

in a horribly wrong place

"I do have the appetite but also the wrong taste"