A Day at School

Tired I am and Tired I'll be,
Tired until the moment I'm Free,
Free from a labor so tedious, Dull,
Dull as my mind from which I can't cull
More than a fraction of yesterday's store,
And yet on the morrow there will be still more,
More of the knowledge I can't quite digest
And more little failures, but I feel I Digress,
Digressions! Too little I've had as of late,
And this whole wretched system I'm beginning to Hate,
Hate it for wrecking my poor mortal mind,
Hate it more, for I'm beginning to find
That since I sink deeper the harder I try,
It's perfectly simple, I might as well die.