Kill Me Now.

If English class were a pistol,
Then I’d be hanging by a thread.
If MLA format were the bullet,
Then surely I’d already be dead.

Stab me once, stab me twice
When you rant about formality.
And just give me a bottle of Arsenic
When we can’t write with personality.

When will we learn something practical,
Like how to save our souls?
By writing to express ourselves,
By writing to take control.