Hearing pains of torture
Piercing through my ear
My eyes bleed of letters
Forming words that I fear
Fighting to stay focused
Striving to learn something
My mind is distracted
By a whole lot of nothing
At the end of class
I’ve taught myself to fly
My imagination expands
So high, it takes me to the sky
And no I’m not delusional
And yes, there is no drug
My creativity foresaw my genius
So all I can do is shrug
As I walk out of class
My teacher tapped my shoulder
Asking what I've learned
So then I showed her
(blank paper)
All you spoke was useless information...
Thank you for giving me this detention
Maybe I'll take that time to actually learn
You useless government expenditure
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