What happened
To truth
To making
Someone's lives easier
Too hard?
Penny pinching bastards
Even scrooge would
Be disgusted
Not even one person
People
A whole department
I'm sick of it
A time in a person's life
Should be joyous
Finished such a
Tremendous milestone
But a full institution screw up?
Seriously?
Do they hire
Idiots off the street?
Or do their minds
Get corroded over time
So they're human-less
Robots
We all make mistakes
We are humans
But not when it's a mistake
Made by
Multiple careless people
And it's their job
To get it right!
I'm sick of incompetence
I'm sick of the evasion
I'm sick of getting the run around
No straight answers
Just one jumbled up mess
What do they get paid for?
To screw with
And piss off students?
Job well done!
I will figure this shit out
Even at the cost of your jobs
You screw with me
I'll screw you harder
No one knows how hard
I worked for this degree
No one can guess
I'm an unwell person
And still made it to class
Did my work
And graduated with the
Highest GPA for me
EVER
An MBA is easy if you're
Healthy as a horse
But when every step you take
Every move, action
Day is a struggle
Then it's an insurmountable wall
For someone with ME
That only a person tremendous with
Inner strength can conquer
Now this?
Oh hellz no!
You and your screw up
Will not ruin my triumph
Because
I am fucking sick of it
Prepare for war
You will not win!
YOU ARE READING
ME Survivor (Book 3)
Poetry17 million people around the world suffer from Myalgic Encephalomyelitis or ME and it is incurable and untreatable. The disease is called ME but Chronic Fatigue Syndrome or CFS is the name the CDC gave it. Doctors for the most part think that it is...
