What can you C? (Plus)

What can you C? (Plus)

I pilfer privileges now.
I can't do much,
Because I was lackadaisical,
Because I didn't try.

What do teachers think,
When they C me?
They tell me they C,
A smart, intelligent student,
But one that doesn't produce,
And that I've got an attitude,
That I'm audacious
That my work is slovenly.

So most of my stuff,
Confiscated,
My Ipod,
My freedom,
Plus
My time.

Teachers tell me that I have,
To embark,
On a journey to cross the line,
Problem is, I've been on that
ship for the past four years,
And it holds no more profusion of treasure,
Than the easy way out.
So I mutiny,
I turn the ship around.
And I cross the line,
Back to the other side.

Of course, it's never that simple,
Because life's a bitch.
When you have potential,
You just can't work as mainstream.
So teachers mail my parents,
Because I'm not giving my best.
And that I rankle them with my sarcastic tone.
They don't rebuke me in class though,
I can talk back without being rude.

In fact,
I am in a state of god-damn serenity
I just have to maintain my prudence
and turn in some work.
And I will cross that line,
For the hundredth time.


Note: Damn, too late to re-write this, so I'm gonna have to post as is. To be perfectly honest, I would have scrapped this and re-wrote the whole thing if I had time, but endless procrastination has led me, once again to having to post as is.