Infection throbbing

And it's robbing me again

Wake up tired

And i go to sleep dead

And in the meantime

Ain't love a kick in the head

This poem is about

What you can't say to your teacher

If there's one thing my poetry can't do

It's reach her

So listen up anyway

See the futility?

When i sit quietly in a room of things i don't understand

No, that didn't rhyme

The truth almost never does

and if there's one place

i can't lie

it's in the margins of a forgotten assignment

I've been marginalized

For not passing a test

That carries no weight

Searching for some way to pass a class

That teaches apathy to the best of us

And a distaste for the only thing that can save the worst of us

You are the epitome of hypothetically

Prolific nomenclature

The antithesis of academic empathy

How dare you

Sling haughty words

Plucked from the mouth of true scholars

Stop

Your petty excuses can never excuse your aptitude for education

I find it lacking, yet you find me lacking

When i suddenly realize you are the problem

You stand staring and memorizing the same meaningless facts

You type into your little computer at your little desk

But dream big

You say

As you peddle your wares

Like street vendor toys; here today

Gone tomorrow

From the minds that will one day change the world

I didn't say in a good way

But no matter

We will succeed

We want to, truly do

But the first problem we conquer,

I swear, will be you.