Grade Of Life
One hop, two hop
Three hop, Four,
How many hops till I know my test score?
I read and I read,
Make sure it is right,
But i can’t help seeing
That 65 at night.
I know i can do it
Ms.Port says I can,
But I know that I blew it
Cause i’m only a man.
I focus on numbers
No factoring here
Only the digits
I see in the mirror.
I can’t help but notice
How easy it would be
If I cared about grades
More than I cared about me.
These tests that i pass,
It all counts so much;
I try not to change;
My dreams so in clutch.
I’m more than these grades
I’m different enough to see
That the gears they are making
Are just not for me.
I follow the system
It calls me “#3”
Since i have the 3rd highest average
The 3rd most normal
The 3rd in order
From robots 1 through 4
I see the door
I can leave if I please
And get a nice full time job
At the nearest Macy’s.
Because if i don’t stay here
I’ll never achieve
And If I do
I’ll follow their lead
Be #1
Of the “I’m Not Me’s”
And finally be
A robot with degrees.
I walk up slowly
Say my last final words
While I’m still free
While I’m still Me
Feel my last nice breeze
And I say with ease:
“So what’s my grade?”