My teacher has been relying on a website to make the grades for him.
But all my friends and me know it's a bad idea.
For the fact it lies about the answers,
like 7x7=84 when it really equals fourty-nine.
And for we know that all our grades will be Fs,
we try to tell him that the website is a liar.
But he wouldn't listen, and for us,
we got miserable grades: I got Fs in every subject.
I know I will be grounded forever,
and I know I will never make it to college,
and I know I won't get my dream job,
and I know that my teacher will get fired.
I might as well spend the rest of my life warning people about that website,
and I know my terrible fate,
will get worse with every passing second.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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What I like about your poetry is that there is humor in every catastrophe. You can laugh at dramatic situations, which allows the mood to be tense, but diffuses any possibility of becoming overly depressing. You are talented!