A Poem of Need

I’m sitting in English, wishing I could be writing.

My teacher is cool, he’s my kind of nerdy.

I hate our unit, ACT prep but it’s stupid.

I could be reading, instead I’m sitting here instead.

thirty six words, I’m actually getting somewhere.

I probably should listen… eh, Don’t really care.

I’m tired and depressed, I need some books to read.

I am really falling away, God don’t let go of me.

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