There are alot of people who love a good poem, but I don't, in fact, I don't care at all for 'em. Rhyming and stanzas are annoying to me, I'd rather trip and fall out of a tree. And by all means is it even right, that through my hatred, I continue to write? It sounds odd, it's almost like treason, but fear not, for I have a reason. A good reason in fact, can you not tell, that to get to heaven, you must go through hell? Symbolically, this means that I need knowledge; and to get it, I need money for college. So, when it comes to a poem, it pains me to write it, but, if it makes my dreams come true, I won't quit.