Homework

Oh here I am

Up so late at night.

No one truly knows

About this fight.

There is so much

It comes in piles.

They reach into the heavens

And keep going for miles.

I can’t comprehend

This great quantity.

It’s going to shorten

My life’s longevity.

I don’t understand

What it’s about.

I’m just about ready

To throw it all out.

I get up each morning

With so much stress.

I’m so preoccupied,

I can’t even dress.

My backpack has…,

Oh! Don’t get me started.

With rips each second,

Sounds like it farted.

I shuffle into class

And cringe in fear,

In hopes that my grade

Doesn’t downwardly veer.

I immediately know

There will be more.

How does she grade

Homework galore?

I decide I’m done

And go to debate.

I know if I lose,

It won’t be great.

I thoroughly defend

And give my blame,

But her response

Is really quite lame.

She then puts forth

All the reasons why.

This makes as much sense

As why we CAN fly!

The explanation is

Darker than mud.

She screams loudly,

“Work! Mr. Fudd!”

I ask repeatedly

And a reason is shown,

That homework is to help

And show my knowledge has grown.

I’m still baffled

And don’t understand.

What’s the homework for?

My head won’t expand.

Oh! But then

It dawns on me.

I do this so I’ll

Be living debt free.

But suddenly

I’m puzzled.

Boy am I

Really confuzzled.

The two voices

In my head

Are fighting greatly,

Oh! What a dread.

How can we stop

This homework feud?

The system says work!

As I’ve been cued.

So homework I shall do.