Even to his own ears his words were losing meaning These narratives of dispossesion, of alienation, of violent resentment Resonates so strongly in modern popular youth culture Precisley because youth experience is replete without rage Powerlessness he thought their would be a leg turn, like back at his Uni Instead the pimpled green government issued plastic of the chair under him mockingly squeaks Timed like a masterly fart to refute his an*lysis The only faces still looking at him glaring patronising glee most don't even care to see his undoing, this voiceless unarticulated rage more potent preciesly because it remains dumb permeates the lyrics of modern rap artists around him in the busted filth of the cla**room the circle of students seems to form into one late adolescent face of sneered rejection "You callin' Tupac dumb?" says the face Their teacher who invited him all the way out here to speak immediately stands up but they didn't need their sixteen or seventeen years of education in threat to sense the mans long defeated anger Outside from the carpark reserved for guests of the school he can faintly hear the almost routine scratching of duco Your a long way from home brainy boy.