I come from procrastination, stupidity, and anger.
Wealth, but no prestige.
Education with no knowledge.
Intelligent with no rival.

I go to intelligence without creativity.
College, but no difference.
Cute, without common sense.
She’s wealthy but depressed.

On the shady side, I am Macbeth with no doom.
A great picture with no author.
A sword with no holder.

Don’t get me mistaken…
I love life, but hate wasted time.
So that being said, take me to the last stanza.

On the humorous side, I attend an excuse for education.
Blatant racism with hidden truth.
Poverty with no shame.
And to those who are sarcastically geniuses:
this is the truth.



Where am I…