Charles Bukowski - The schoolyard of forever lyrics

The schoolyard was a horror show:
The bullies, the dragons, The
Freaks

The beatings against the wire fence
The eyes of our mates watching
Glad that they were not the victims
We were beaten well and good and afterwards
Followed
Taunted all the way home to our homes of hell
Full of more beatings
In the schoolyard the bullies ruled well
And in the restrooms
At the water fountains they owned
Us and disowned us but in our way we held
Never begged for mercy
We took it straight on silently
We were trained within that horror
A horror that would later hold
Us in good stead and that came around
As we grew in several ways with time
The bullies gradually began to deflate
Lose power

Grammar school jr high
High school we grew like odd plants
Gathering nourishment blossoming
As then the bullies tried to befriend us
We turned them away

College
Where a sun of wildness and power arrived
The bullies melted entirely
We became and they un-became
There were new bullies the professors
Who had to be taught something beyond Kant
We glowed madly it was grand and easy
The coeds dismayed at our gamble
But we looked beyond them
To a larger fight out there

But when we arrived out there
It was back against the fence again:
New bullies deeply entrenched
Almost but not quite worthy
They kept us under for decades
We had to begin all over again
On the streets and in small rooms of madness
It lasted and lasted like that
But our training within horror endured us
And after so very long we outed
Oblique to their tantamounts
We found the tunnel at the end of the light

It was a small minority victory
No song of braggadocio
We knew we had won very
Little against very little
That the changing of the clock
And the illusions beat everybody
We clashed against the odds just for
The simple sweetness of it
Even now we can still see
The janitor with his broom
In his pinstripes and sleeping face
We can still see the little
Girls in their curls
Their hair so carefully washed and shining

And the faces of the teachers
Fall and folded

The bells of recess
The gravel on the baseball diamond
The volleyball net the sun always up and out
Spilling over us like the juice
Of a giant tangerine

And Herbie Ashcroft
His fists coming against us
As we were trapped against the steel fence
As we heard the sounds of
Automobiles passing but not stopping
As the world went about doing what it did
We asked for no mercy

And we returned the next day and
The next and the next
The little girls so magic as they
Sat so upright in their seats
In a room of blackboards and
Chalk we began badly
But always with a disdain for occurence

Which is still embedded
Through the ringi-ng of new bells and ways
Stuck with that fixed with that:
A grammar school world
Even with Herbie Ashcroft dead