Krampus Education Poem by Jacob Underwood

Painted reindeer lights stain your walls years before their time.
As you spit out angles and numbers
without directive sight.

Dragging everyone down with your standards demanding everything all at once in a mangled byte
Wasting time, wasting energy kicking our heads around without a rhyme.

Drinking out our patience and aspirations an abysmal American teatime.
You leave us staring in your demeaning eyes a maggot filled disgusting egg white.

The veins in your eyes look cracked and garbled almost looking like a seventy-year-old howlite.
Doesn't care about what people think so to you what the point of giving yourself sublime.

That goes for your raspy voice of a sour year-old lime dipped in a dumpsite.
Only one person even likes you in that class and of course it's the opposite of a mime.

But even with what should be classified as deformities at least you don't have an underbite.
I try to be nice to you I really do but now I just can't stand you anymore you disgusting mudslime.

One day I won't need you, I'll never need you after I hit my gleaming prime.
Soon all you will be is a time in my life a years old faded blight.