My grade was a B in the beginning. 

That gave me motivation to keep trying.

I would try so my grade wouldn't drop.

Even when I didn't try, I would still do good work.

There was a lot of work to do in this class.

There was too much work.

I couldn’t keep up with all the work. 

Then we started something new. 

I was furious as a bull at the new thing we started. 

Poems are the new thing. 

Poems to me are like butt f*cking me cuz I dont like it.

Poems are like watching paint dry.            

All the work is like sitting down and you can't move a muscle.

I didn’t want to do it.

I still don't.

I was forced to.

I only do it to get an ok grade.

Then I got a C in the class.

All my motivation was killed.

My motivation was just having a BBQ with his family then,

My grades just pulled up and shot him for no reason.

My motivation ran away.

My motivation was too scared to be a father and left the country.

The C made me not even come to class anymore.

Teacher had it out for me.

Swear he gave me a bad grade on purpose. 

Poems I hate.

But I need the credit.

So I did the poem