World Problems

Pencils down they say.
As I meet my doom.
I forgot to plug in numbers again.
Why did I ever come out of the womb?

I've got the standardized test blues mom,
when you get home from school.
Everyday, you fill in another letter A.
Hoping it will be right,
or you'll be out the door, and on your way,
Right into poverty,
Out on the streets,
no I was never a prodigy.

This is my first blog here on progressiveU, and I'll try to make it as informative as possible. Or maybe I mean opinionated.