I hate school
It makes me drool
Until I fill an entire pool.

The teachers drone on and on.
Oops, there go all my neurons.
I think I’ll eat this blue crayon.

Mom makes me go by the clock,
It doesn’t matter how much I squawk.
Now watch me do the Dead Man’s Walk.

“Sit still! Be quiet! Don’t think out loud.”
Gesh, I hate being part of the crowd.
It’s much more fun with your head in a cloud.

Way up there, it’s all so clear.
No one’s there to tease and jeer.
I do not hear the other kids sneer.

Tests! Too many tests.
Kids constantly assessed.
Methinks they are a bit obsessed.

With rules and money and pesky scores,
They turned school into such a snore.
I’d rather be down by the shore.

The waves, the shells, the warm salt air,
The sounds of the sea call me there.
It tells me I am Triton’s heir.

I came to Earth with a mission
And it’s not for me to follow tradition.
Though my mom will swear it’s for sedition.

But no, that’s not my life’s devotion.
I’m really here for the ocean.
To save it from our current notion.

Of waste and want and certain despair,
The ocean’s not a potty chair!
We cannot leave it in such disrepair.

That’s why I’m here, to show the way,
To live to see a better day.
(insert one more inspiring cliché)

But, ugh! That school, that place of drool
Sometimes sees me as a fool,
Because I don’t think much of rules.

School it seems is a one-way track
But watch my mom launch a ground attack
When they tell me to put non-fiction back.

So far I’ve received no standing ovation,
but they have offered up routine sedation.
Whatever. School won’t hamper my education.

School, education, it’s not the same.
For me, school is so very lame.
Nothing more than a waiting game.

But education on the other hand,
Is so fun and very grand.
That, dear one, is how a mind expands.

In spite of school, I will grow,
And no, not into a handsome psycho.
But who knows, I might show those mean kids some judo.

Really, I’ll be more than fine
But not before mom drinks a lot of wine.
So is the life, raising an Einstein.

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