Monsters
I sleep and weep;
My desk loves the company of my left cheek.
The floor loves the admiration I give it with my feet.
My teacher is so sweet, she lets me lay in my seat.
These tired monsters in the morning; I'm trying to beat.
They secretly sneak and creep in my dreams.
But as I dream, they start to scheme.
My grades are constantly falling like a stream.
As I sleep, I wish my teacher was hard on me like heat.
I wish she would wake me up so I won't fail and end up on the street.
I don't want to lay on the concrete because she had let me sleep.
I want her to force me to crawl out this abyss and reminisce with her
that I passed her class because her sassy ass helped me
harass these tired monsters that I have.