Oh why do you pain me
driving me to the point of insanity
You're way too big
for my little mind
Your complexity and length
are starting to intwine
But I will defeat you
at my own set pace
I'll be sure to wipe that smirk
off your revealing face
You will feel the wrath
of my tiny little pencil
as I reconfigure your
failure stencil
You will try and fail
and I will push and avail
You are short to live
you poor, poor, classwork
Because this week
you will have your last smirk!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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