I can't go to school, so now I'm dumb dumb.
You don't want to know of what I will become.
I stay home all day and I sit on my bum.
My parents won't enroll me. They say, "You see, um....
Making sure you don't get sick is too hard."
In comes a thought and then I discard.
The grey matter up in my skull is like lard.
My brain's so dead it got sued by Yellowcard.
Developing minds need things to develop.
I'm resentful of all the neglect I envelop.
I hate when it comes to the virus, you're zealots.
I want to learn so much my head starts to swell up.
So send me to school please, and don't keep me guarded.
To lock me at home, you shan't be so ardent.
It's my education, I shouldn't have to bargain.
Enroll me in classes! I'd love kindergarten!
Copyright © Keri Storm | Year Posted 2021
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