Billy Gets Them Kids (And The Teach) “Ejucated”
VazamBam
By Vassilis Zambaras
“Pandemonium”
I thought I’d seen it all before
That spring day that spirited, frisky
Kid frolicked into school on all fours,
Gamboling through the halls
Of knowledge, all hell breaking loose
Before the dumbstruck pupils
And their all-seeing teacher finally
Got smart, chased the cloven
Hoofed demon away.
MELIGALAS, Greece—(Weekly Hubris)—9/13/10—As September marks the beginning of another academic year for my little private English school and I’m currently very busy finishing a complete renovation of The Zambaras Institute for the Corruption of Language (you know, ZICL) and very behind in meeting my deadline for the first day of classes, this quasi-bucolic “educational” poem written this spring is all I can offer. Not much, but what can you expect from another brick in the wall?
“Another Brick in the Wall” Part 2 (Waters)
We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it’s just another brick in the wall.
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.
We don’t need no education;
We don’t need no thought control;
No dark sarcasm in the classroom;
Teachers, leave them kids alone.
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall.
All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall.
“Wrong! Do it again!”
“If you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding. How can you
have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?”
“You! Yes, you, behind the bike sheds, stand still, Laddy!”
Vassilis Zambaras
Vassilis Zambaras According to such reliable inside sources as The Weekly Hubris’s Publishing-Editor, VazamBam aka Vassilis Zambaras is all of the following, and more, in an order no one can vouchsafe as definitive: a publishing poet who writes every day of his life; a hugely successful father (and a not-so-very-successful local political candidate); a professor of English as a Foreign Language, with portfolio; a Renaissance Man of many skills, useful and not-so; a fount of information about his particular corner of his birth country; an unstable and utterly unique mix of Greek and American, American and Greek; and the man fortunate and wily enough to have made off with Messenia’s loveliest and most talented local daughter as his child bride. Besides being all the aforementioned, other more dubious sources have also reported seeing him hanging out at the corner of vazambam.blogspot.com—in the guise of a “new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer’s block.” Author Photo: Pericles Boutos