Poems—a haiku, and an acrostic poem—both with the same title.
Oh you teachers, how
we suffer, oh. Stress will be
the death of us all.
People, hey people, see how I cry?
Reasons? No, no excuses either.
Oh, it's not our fault.
Cry, weep, it's no use, you gotta deal with it.
Radars they have, radars of stress.
And as it increases, more assignments they give.
Stress. Not only does it upset you, it makes you fat.
Then you become even more unhappy.
In this world, people, hey people! In this world there's
No justice.
And we suffer from it.
Two, three, not enough! More tests, more projects!
In this world,
Oh people,
No justice.
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