Hidden Gem

I'm stuck in a place that is good for me,

It sucks, its hell ,it's weak to me.

Academics are great, and so is the school,

But the people all here act like a fool.

I go to a school that's a hidden gem

Where classes are hands on,

and cadets can assend.

To graduate freely with laughter and hope

always looking ahead the goal in their scope.

To attain a licence from coast guard to be

A ship master , captain, engineering degree,

As I end this line and poem for now

I must speed walk to class the next one is calc.

For I am here on a loan  my pockets are empty

khaki kingdom life is no excuse for ranting

so I sit here a poet or pretending to be

Because Scholarship money is the thing that i need.