the geography teacher wants me to fetch the globe from downstairs nervously i navigate my way to lose my compass i am astray

earth in my hand i forget the class number the corners repetitive purity can someone give me a pass on this sea of insecurity

i start opening doors one by one strange eyes stare back in mystery this ain't your class boy saw it all from french to history

at last the final door geography my goodness what took you so long you only had to fetch the earth what in the hell went wrong

but nothing went wrong all went right what good is your geography when i got the world tight in my hand then turned round took the exit

my secondary end