Word of the Day: Frustration

Not one detention slip in school. I worked and scored my A's.

I tucked my shirt, no drugs, no smoke — received the teachers' praise.

But all these cruel religious folk don't want to see my marks.

Instead, I'm marked by Satan and corrupted by his Spark.

They want to win, be in the right. They want their theories true —

But sit them down and count their F's, then we can see who's who.

I let them vent and carry on. They drown in their frustration.

I simply carry out my goals and aim for self-elation.

A fight with them ain't worth my time. I've far too much to do.

And if there really is a hell, I'll see them down there too.