Poems I won't look back on.

Brittle success

We go to school we stay all day,

The teachers there won't here what we say.

Endless work that has no meaning,

Leaves most kids whining and screaming.

Some move on in hopes of success,

The rest are left behind with stress.

We try so hard and get so little,

All results are bad and brittle.

I write today on my free will,

In hopes that you won't go downhill.

Always try hard and never forget,

Laziness won't get you a Corvette.