Break The Mold: A Free-Form Poem

School was a chore

With a flaw at its core.

Instead of skills

I attained scores.

 

Perhaps better would be college

but that was anchorage

into the harbor of debt

and high unemployment percentages.

 

It was fool’s gold.

And I refuse to grow old

being the opposite of bold.

Instead, I’ll cajole

my destiny

to break the mold.

 

 

 

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