the test is hard
the test is long
all the writing
is hurting my arm
i breeze through the parts
that don’t make sense
but when it comes to facts
i am a mess
these tests are unnecessary
they mean nothing to me
but i must take them
for all eternity
tested over everything
i will face someday
but never understanding
until i reach that day
people don’t like tests
they are intimidated, possibly
but when they are confronted
they don’t really complain
this poem doesn’t make sense
i’m not sure what i mean
i’m taking standardized testing
the boredom is captivating me
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 