Trollface of a Saint

The email appeared in my inbox. "You have a new scholarship available," it said; I didn't want to write about a bunch of schlock, So I chose to be truthful instead. I really don't care much for poems, I think that they're pretentious and dumb, So do I write what makes me groan? The answer is single, just one. I need to go back to school, I had to be dragged kicking and screaming, But no one will hire a fool, And with no money, applying held not any meaning. So I submitted a poem to this site, And now here's my second one, I still think most poetry's emo shite, But at least I try to make mine fun. I hope that I win the money, Even though it's such a long shot, But even if I don't get any, At least I don't look like a twat.