PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

My mind is in a tumble,
a tangled jungle of thoughts and words.
The medication works through my veins.
I am tired, more than usual.
And I am still isolating.
I feel out of sorts.
The staff won’t recognize me.
I am in a shlump.
This homework, the Literature questions
are meaningless!
I had my impressions, and now
you expect me to put it on paper.
Hell no!
I'd do better to explain it to you!
How about I get a tape recorder!
We are only teenagers!
Even me, who reads!
And this 'fricken book!
Expecting me to put those thoughts
on paper.
I refuse. I get the story.
More than likely I enjoyed it.
Isn’t that enough?
Discuss, Discuss, Discuss!
Even the rest agree!
When the hell are we going
to use this?!
I hate math! And it is forced
on me! I don’t get it.
As a wonderful staff member said,
"If you fit through their cookie
cutter of what they think is okay,
well, your okay!"
But what about us who learn totally different?
No child left behind...
yeah right!
I could go on for 'fricken ever!
But many would be bored.
Many would be outraged.
Yet many would cheer.
This world we live in now,
this world I live in now.
In my view, it sucks.
What the hell happened?
Where did it all go wrong?
I could go on, but I will stop.
Good night, and good luck.
We have to try to make the world right.
Again.