What does my homework think of me?
I’m sure it doesn’t like me anymore than I like it…
It sits in a musty folder all day
Waiting for me to pull it out
And hate it all the more
Maybe it would prefer a dog eating it
At least then it would feel affection
But with me, there’s no affection
No affection, no love, no want
Maybe my homework despises me
Maybe that’s why I’m so bad at it
How can I succeed when it wants me to fail?
That’s why I fail
Because my homework hates me