Peter was tired of applying himself.
Tired of pumping out papers about things
He didn’t really care about
School buildings were lifeless
The higher the education
The higher the price tag
He was most bored when in a classroom
The 4 walls
The stale air
The drone of his professor’s voice
Peter needed someone to respect
Bird shit dries on a statue of someone significant
Students walked across campus with coffee
with damp hair
with campus food prepared
Teachers didn’t inspire Peter,
He had moments when he believed everyone to be lazy morons
He showed violent tendencies
He had trouble sleeping
And being alone
People cluster to destroy themselves.
Peter melted into the mess.
They destroyed things. They didn’t care.
He didn’t think his friends were bad.