What Else, Don't They—know? Poem by Mark Heathcote

What else, do we know?
What else, don't we know?
As a kid, I thought teachers were all kind of thick.
They taught me that the world is round.
That people once thought it was flat.
Gravity was discovered by Sir Isaac Newton
When an apple fell from a tree - well, what a clever-twat.
My eyes would roll, what else they can teach me
What else, do they—know?
What else, don't they—know?
As a kid, I thought teachers were all kind of thick.
They taught me how to stand and sit.
How I should stop fidgeting and stop this and that bad habit?
I used to sit and think - what's their contribution?
They drove me mad, with their tedious thoughts.
My eyes would roll, what else they can teach me
What else, do you—know?
What else, don't you—know?
As a kid, I thought teachers were all kind of thick.
You're hurting my head once again, dumfound-
I would try not to snore, or scratch my head blood red.
School I hate it all - I hate being in that institution.
Those teachers, who taught us not to think, interrupt
Have independent ideas, what else they can teach me.
What else, do we know?
What else, don't you—know?
What else, what else, what else?
'Can you teach me to read? '
'Can you teach a disillusioned dyslexic boy to spell? '
No, today we'll have French followed by P.E. class.
And then we'll have geography followed by RE lessons
And because you're not keeping with it, it's special English
For you tomorrow, and every day that follows.