The lightbulbs shine the sheen hurts my eyes as my lids gradually close.
The weight of my body and my head and my neck bring the desk into meeting my nose.
For one second I let my eyes rest and recharge and rejuvenate and replenish and renew and re-
**** up,
its been too long.
I lean on my hand and try once again to cheat this sleep and be strong.
I want to learn and the teacher is good, but exhaustion is taking control.
I've been going so long, not following along, I can't last this whole class long.
So I wrote this poem to tell the world that I didn't mean to sleep,
but I can't overcome the weight of it all, again my face and the desk did meet.

A "better" society
some may say,
with no war just peace
from day to day.
Now cheating and lying and stealing are lost,
but did it all not go at a cost?
How can not one go cheat or steal;
it surely has a great appeal.
The want to do wrong,
rebellion or greed,
lives in us all
like a planted seed.
We think it is harmless
but are soon to find out
that when this little plant shall spout
its not our small and harmless seed
but is behold a scavenging ****.
Consumed by it as many are
can lead us to go very far
with wants and wishes, hopes, desires,
all the while building funeral pyres.
But not all are bad,
you see some are good,
though we don't always do what we should.
We make our own choice,
we use our own voice,
though it makes us fail to agree.
We can't all do right,
its our sad human plight,
without it we wouldn't be free.