Screws A screw turned too tight No! There’s some elbow room We need to diminish by several milimeters A screw to be tightened A mind aspiring to be enlightened A foundation shuddering, frightened That the screw will fail and the building will fall Why are these wrenches not fitting to the person? How can people learn one method, one mouth, one test If we assume every screw out there is identical Our world will be screwed And the generations before us think “What happened? We gave you a foundation We told you how tight you have to be to succeed” But no My screw is 10 millimeters larger than yours and your words of success are suffocating as you pull me tighter into this boa constrictor that seems to never let go By the time I finish high school you’ll see That when you step back and view your “masterpiece” That you instead loosened my head and when I open my mouth Screws fall out and you’ll see how broken your “masterpiece” really is So if it’s not my screw that needs to be tightened Then maybe it’s you, the mother, the father, the foundation That needs to be enlightened