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Nov 2015
Life is like a roller coaster, with all of its up and downs
but you’re on fire, the roller coaster is on fire
and everything is on fire because it’s hell studying for four AP classes
trying to get that A plus, one note packet here
and a video presentation there
Oh! and don’t forget the reading
Gotta love that reading
You better make sure you know that Spanish reading too
Plus figuring out the limit of g of x of x cubed plus four x minus seven all over the square root of x to the ninth as x approaches one-half for calculus
As you have that two day test this week on top of the multiple practice essays
Just, you know, a little work

Oh and hey! don’t forget everything you have to do for Hebrew
Learning the Hebrew words you’ll never use
The endless fictional tales about men who may have existed
And creating games that are utterly idiotic
The thing is when you have to teach an entire class of kids
who want to know about a topic you only learned
the night before on Wikipedia
scrambling for any shred of understanding of the topic
as you try to help these kids get through another year of classes
trying to get them all past this
so, you know, a little work

Let’s not forget your greatest passion, soccer
soccer, you know, the sport you were once good at
the sport you poured eleven years of your life into
You were a superstar, were
Now you’re the pitiful player
And you try, you try to practice harder than before
You keep kicking the crap out of the ball
While trying to bring the ball down perfectly with your
head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes,
Sounds easier when you sing it honestly
Gotta pump some iron of course
Mr. Incredible can’t look like he’s on the geek squad
No no no no no no no
You have got to start looking like a runway model soon
Strutting with all of the grace of a ballerina
With all of the might of an MMA fighter
You have to get at least three hours of lifting a day
and you know, whenever there’s extra time
You need brain and brawn to be the best
Push-ups, Pull-ups, Power Cleans, Presses
As you keeping putting on all of this pressure
While you run
round n’ round n’ round n’ round n’
round n’ round n’ round n’ and Around

No, No, I’m fine
You say staring distantly into curious eyes
You can’t tell anyone
Nobody would understand
No one could comprehend the complexity of your life
You know, the endless religious studying, the everlasting essay entries,
the constant concern for the future, your beautiful build body, the hours of lifting,
the things you needed to impart intelligence into the youth,
the never ending hours of practicing your technique,
Your technique for soccer,
as you worry every day you’ll be cut from the team for being impudent,
for being useless
or else you’ll be nothing
not here, not anywhere
But yet every single day you push yourself
You may walk through battle after ****** battle in this life
screaming in agony, crying along the way
But you are not crying from pain
Tears of joy flow as you see the light at the end of the tunnel
With every breath you take
With every decision you make
You crawl a millimeter closer to serenity
That’s one millimeter more than you were yesterday
Now ten millimeters is not a lot
That’s about the size of a scented candle
But ten-thousand millimeters,
Now that is a crap ton of candles
So even though the ride I’m in is engulfed in fire
Finding those small flashes of peace make it bearable
And who knows,
Maybe I’ll make a couple s’mores
at the end of another day
This was a slam poem written for a class.
Solomon Slade
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