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.