They tell us to be quiet
as in the class we sit.
Freedom, they won't try it;
it makes me want to spit.

They tell us to stop playing
as if we're half our age.
Adults are always saying
the world is not my stage.

The world has too much structure,
too many stifling rules.
So I say I don't care and I ignore it.
And I don't feel like obeying the rhythm or rhyme scheme
of this poem anymore.

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