Tungstenturtle Poetry

School Start

Summer break has found an end,
now books and pencil in the hand,
a teacher delivers education,
felt sometimes like conjuaration,

Mathemagica and its myth where peace of cake,
but for whichever gods sake,
the teacher for french tried demmon summening,
or at least some brain drain and paralysis stunning,

altough i liked him very much, he did teach latin as well,
and we all know what they do talk in hell,
because if they get into a fight with the catholic cultists,
they need to articulate who is the uneducated diabolic beast.

Back to school, I loved the courses of biology,
so much to be astonished and to see,
Still sad that unicorns, are not real,
but how amazing is an electrocuting eel?

Geography, different countries and economics,
in addition some politics.
To little elven tribes and dwarfen clans,
but a lot of amazing fancy maps and plans.

History I rembember cynical,
tales of power and decisions overall,
my conclusion, humanity is too stupid to comprehend,
ending up with the same mistakes in the end.

Dark magic or complete lack of skill,
was drawing, handwork, and despite all will,
and every affort I was willing to show,
some things have been a no go.

And as for every nerd the suicide mission,
a sports teacher with a motivation and a vision.
I wanted him to be disappointed in me,
just to be, from what they call sports, free,

They made me be a goalkeeper,
and despite my inner calls for the reaper,
I endured this for eight years overall,
sure I was big and tall,

My revange was the final soccer game,
as my comerades found me too lame,
I played on teachers side in the goal,
and besides one I got them all.

The moral was, they where angry with me,
and I decided being what I wanted to be,
a happy turtle, far away from every soccer game,
that school had an end, is not a shame.

I wish everyone a nice time and school. Learn something, get friends to hang out, stay away from radical ideas besides worldpeace and equality and enjoy life!