The Struggle

The struggle is real, And I need a break. I am missing meals, Was this a mistake? I want to go out, And have some fun, Instead I have to shout, Away I want to run. I can’t, I’d leave my close peers, This is a great concern. I say it’s some’f the teach-ers, I want, We want to learn, But if They don’t teach, then How? How will We learn what We need to know? Must I, Must We teach Ourselves — Really? I think not, this Really stinks- Truly. On I go, On We go – learning nothing – With This We all soon will be broken. Just, if We all - really - were learning, I wouldn’t be stuck writing this po-em.