To try or not to try – that is the question:
Whether 'tis better to study the school books
And fill your head with dull and useless knowledge
Or to refuse the rush of information
And end up happily dumb. To laze, to read
No more, and then no more to other things:
The writing and the thousand word essays
That students must do – this is what all of us,
Yes, we wish was true. To laze, to quit –
To quit, and then to fail. That's the problem,
For to quit completely ends thoughts of passing,
When homework lies undone and math unstudied
There is no chance of good grades
That is what ruins ideas of lazing.
And who wants to finish all the math problems,
The endless fact'ring, the number of x's,
The misunderstandings, the frustration
The nonsensical Spanish and grammar,
That jealousy of those who learn with ease
When all could end it all by doing nothing?
Who would really try
To do the extra, to get the homework done,
Except to think of the F that is waiting
At the end of a term of lazy fun
And the shame, the thoughts of friends
Makes all willing to work than face it
And finish the job instead of playing?
Thus disgrace does make scholars of us all
And so the pleasure of fun is ended by
The thoughts of the future abashments, yes,
And the worry over public opinion,
With these, homework is always completed
And so pass the class instead.
A/N: One of my sad attempts at poetry - this was written several years ago, though so maybe I've gotten better in the mean time. Not that I've tried on a regular basis. Several limericks that will never see the light of day and a forced poem about Beowulf in...5 years? Something like that. The Beowulf poem is also posted, if you'd like to read that (though why you would, I'm sure I don't know. My poetry's terrible.)
Please review! And on something as bad as this, I will accept even flames. Thank you!