Monsters

I sleep and weep;

My desk loves the company of my left cheek.

The floor loves the admiration I give it with my feet.

My teacher is so sweet, she lets me lay in my seat.

These tired monsters in the morning; I'm trying to beat.

They secretly sneak and creep in my dreams.

But as I dream, they start to scheme.

My grades are constantly falling like a stream.

As I sleep, I wish my teacher was hard on me like heat.

I wish she would wake me up so I won't fail and end up on the street.

I don't want to lay on the concrete because she had let me sleep.

I want her to force me to crawl out this abyss and reminisce with her

that I passed her class because her sassy ass helped me

harass these tired monsters that I have.