Unable to grasp this systems schooling, repeatedly repeated grades out of lack of enthusiasm towards the teachers teachings.
Bored of it all....no interest.
Future employer, I'm not an idiot don't stare at this dried ink on modern papyrus and judge me by it's content. Not everyone's the same. Free development of the individual, is that a joke? should i laugh or cry.
If we do not stop this madness even the cockroaches will die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem