the secondary land
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