Thoughts and Random Things

The American School System

The American School System kills. / This impending exam gives me chills. / Not from excitement, from fear, not from thrill / so I've begun popping peppermints like pills

Sixty mints turns to twelve, turns to three / Where is the light that burned once within me?/ Did it burn down my papers? If so, I'd smile with glee / But it's not true. I wear glasses to read what I see

And what I see here is nothing but stress / a physical pile, strewn about in a mess / What the hell is this problem?! I think I'll just guess. / Is pi a rational number? Um, yes?

Pencil, erase. Pencil, pencil, erase. / The fuck are these pimples all over my face? / My class goes too fast, I can't keep up the pace / My own education now feels like a race.

My mints are diminishing, it's a matter of time / before I run out of lines that still rhyme / I'm giving up now, so here's the last thing I'll say: / What's the answer to nine?