but every time I
seem to do my best
there's always someone
doing better

G
Perfection.
D                         E
They tell us to strive for,
C                         D
They tell us to live for
G
Perfection.
D       E
They’re set on a quest for
C           D
Making us test for
G
Perfection.
D     E
So they stuff us in uniform
C    D
Make us have perfect form
D           E      C                 D
And never let us stop working for
G
Perfection
D
I don’t want to
D
Spend my life
A
Scribbling
A
Homework
E
Until I do
G
Pop
G
I HATE IT
G
I HATE IT
G
I HATE IT
G
I HATE IT
G
IT HAS
D
TO STOP

Perfection
Is not what they’re making
They’re really just faking
Perfection
As they make our hands aching
Our times they are wasting
Perfection
Our lives they are taking
Our souls they are raking
And the worst of it is they will never reach
Perfection

I don’t want to
Spend my life
Scribbling
Homework
Until I do
Pop
I HATE IT
I HATE IT
I HATE IT
I HATE IT
IT HAS
TO STOP

**** oh ****
**** me
what the actual ****

Marveled over threads
Liked and posted
And even shared

Always controlling
The musty button that says
'Another tab, please!'

But then....
Your eyes wandered
Back to the task assigned

'Tic, tac' says the clock
Oh, now, you're in shock!
No more hitting the sack

Devotion a great word
We think it is rare
Could be common here onward
And help us dare

It is there within
And simply fails to show
But leads one through thick and thin
And our lives glow

As devoted as a soldier
Just going through the motions
Where no one dares to venture
And it’s not just a notion

And that is rare devotion
One in a million
Making it a word
Worthy of mention

A little coffee
And a whole lot of popcorn
Makes homework better.

i don’t want to analyze poetry
i don’t want to sit at desks
i don’t want to forge meaning
from a void
                     i do protest
i want to rip apart my flesh
and feed my friends the
        tattered
                      bits
i want to rip apart my friends
and feed my flesh their
        hurried
                      quips
i don’t want to analyze poetry
i don’t want to stick band aids to my words
i want to destroy the cage of resolution and unleash the dying
fleas
         and i sure as hell don’t want
         a dependable rhyme scheme,
         either.

Dear Homework,
Sitting down to do you is like a little kid sitting down to eat his veggies.
In case the eternity of school every day isn't enough you add to that.
You're the nails on a chalkboard, the leg that fell asleep.
The peas in the chicken noodle soup, the sun blocking my view.

You're like an injury.
Always holding me back.
You're like getting out of bed.
Nobody wants to but we all have to do it eventually.
Hopefully you're like dinosaurs.
We just want you to go extinct.

Sincerely, Everybody