Dear High School
Dear high school,
Why do you waste my time?
Why do you teach me junk?
I won't use math when I'm thirty,
No one will care if I flunk.
Dear teachers,
Your tangents are pointless,
Your lectures even more so.
There's nothing you could teach me
That I'll need to know.
Dear school board,
I can't show my midrift?
I can't show my butt?
You think my future employers
Care if I look like a slut?
Dear high school,
Turns out they cared that I failed,
And didn't like my point of view.
Now I'm jobless and broke,
And I blame no one but you
Sincerely,
Failure
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