Test - Poem by Alicia Meyers
You sit all day,
Staring down at paper,
It's a price to pay,
For sleeping in class later.
Question by question goes by,
You look at Alien writing,
You feel so bumbed and about to cry,
You just can't wait for it to be over with and doing other things.
This test you must take,
Destroys your boring life,
More and more day by day,
As you want to party day and night.
Yet this test fries your brain,
So boring so you sleep,
And all of the little smarts go down the drain,
As no one makes a peep.
The teacher sees you with drule down your mouth,
You're dead, my friend,
So you run out,
And the class ends.
The detention you got won't be payed,
Because you're too lazy to come to school,
On a Saturday,
Instead you spend your Saturday afternoon,
Sleeping in some more,
You're such a baboon,
Dreaming to explore.
As Monday comes around,
You spend a lunch detention,
Gazing upon the ground,
As you believe that your life is now at an end.
But all of this could've not happened,
If you weren't such a mess,
Not thinking that your life was at an end,
All you had to do was stay awake and take the test.
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