How sitting still inside those four walls with the white or blackboards, don’t do squat for our knowledge in life that came later…translated…
We’re Not Allowed to Take it Out of Class
The Scratch Paper We Used for the Math Tests
We’re Not Supposed to Discuss Those Word Problems
Or Give Off Any Answers
To Those Who Had Yet to Take the Exams
On the Scratch Paper We Put Down Our Thoughts, Those
Formulas Written Wrong
The Final Page of the Test, with the Hardest Questions, the Uneducated, Guesses
We’d, Used the Methods of Solving, along with the Plans We’d, Given Up on
After the Class Period,
Nobody Will Need Those Scratch Papers Anymore
like, this???
They’re Only Saved in the Temporary, Present-Tense
They’d Allowed Us to Crumple up Those Sheets, Toss
Them All Away
Continuing on in Our Lives
Until the Very End,
They Will All Suddenly, Come Back
To Between All of Us
To Our Deathbeds
Those Present Tense, Crumpled Up
Those Things that the Poets Would, Need
And so, this, is on how useless those things we’d learned in school, tested over on those exams became to us in life, and, in the end, all the knowledge we’d learned, all those perfect A-pluses, amounted to, absolutely, N-O-T-H-I-N-G!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 