Irony

I sit in a desk and I whine about it. My friends hear school, we gag about it. School is prison they say. School is stupid the say. Make school go away they pray. I don't want to get up they say. Ditching and fighting. Laziness and Lying. Unfocused and kids not trying. Giving up. Saying they'd rather be dying. I'm done. I hate it. I don't want to go. Yet all the while a girl is crying. She has no pencil, no food. Her mom is dying. Drawing in the dirt, she's smiling. Laughter. I want school. They're trying. We're whining. Appreciation doesn't even come close. I saw thank you. We say thank you. I type this poem, and I don't even think to thank the fact that- I can type this poem. I sit in school. i check clocks. I broke pencils. I ripped up paper. Not even thinking about the fact that I had paper