Grades
Just numbers on a page
So why do they
Say that I am of age
To do one of the five
Jobs where I'll probably rage
Constantly deteriorating minds
At their lack of success
In a fixed race
For a school to impress
A larger group of those
That quite frankly couldn't care less
Provided they get the
Same number of mindless
Workers each year as
Consistency is never to depress
For this is my future
A number that I cannot nurture
All who look at think
They know my nature
So wrong they are
The months of torture
To be just above average