Ludus

Poem By Alex Aamoth

Ugh.
If you think about it,
You know where this is going.
Monotonous, repetitive, exhausting,
you know what that describes.
Useless, unimportant, troublesome,
who knew something could be so boring?
Challenging, heart-ache, tough,
if you're going to fail, why try?
College, High School, Grade School,
this is the path to die.

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