Poems from Monopolyman314
Hundreds of Millions of
Messanger birds
Soaring across the world.
It sure is a miracle
That none of them crash
Into each other.
Pencils tap on desks
Sweat is beading on my brow
Oh god, I hate tests
Lost in the wild
And with no way left to go
But all the way up
In it's history,
America has played
Many different roles:
The Damsel
The Villain
And The Train
The pauper can value the coin,
And the starving can value the feast,
But the uneducated have no way to value the written word.