Pale blue atrium

 I get to school and the vegetables are rotting
It's a simple science experiment
Their big halls, stained walls, state owned sense of identity
Wooden desks and titles, room for smiles and brief programmed empathy

Rotten vegetables were distilled and converted into the corridor's aroma
The lines of hip young students trying to get their class schedules
But there are not enough subjects not enough classes at this school
The book is partially filled out so many empty pages

The town relies so heavily on their prized university
But the walls go unpainted and the floors uncleaned
Education with the smell of rotten vegetables
Emanating from the lunchroom