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School


I go to you everday,

I always have to stay.

You have knowledge within you,

but even more reaching to you.

You bring along stress,

but some kids just guess.

It's all part of the game,

that the goverment plays.

Abide by society and you'll do fine,

Go out of line and others will whine.

You teach us math,

I need a bath.

What are bills?

What are taxes? 

I'm about to go into the real world,

But you've prepared me to be hurled.

So wish me luck,

I hope I don't suck.

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