In my sophomore year of high school
my English teacher assigned the students to write parodies.
As the classsmates scrimmaged through their iPod's,
The teenager I was outgrowing winced with envy.
I rummaged through an arsenal of memorized Beatles music. . . . .
Decomposing hopes and dreams always provide fertile ground for creativity.
Fortunately for me, there was a disorganized mash of physics test steering back at me.
The raging red ink incinerated any possibility of being an engineer.
The low scores dragged me deeper into the earthy layers of discouragement.
A parody of" Yesterday" spouted, where my aspirations once stood (or studied).
This song is not an English assignment, nor is it a parody
it is a gravestone . . . .
" Her lies Sophie, the engineer.
Aborted before she left the womb of academia."
your test are such a pain in the a$%
now I have to study the rest of class
oh I should have dropped, physics class
My grade is half what it used to be.
My GPA is really scaring me
oh I should have dropped
What's the formula I don't know it doesn't say
please raise our test grades or I'll drop this Physics class
science was such an easy class to pass
Now my consoler I need to ask
if I can drop this physics class