ACT, I hate thee strongly;
on my knees I plea you leave me.
Dissect me to subject wrongly,
correct me, then, indirectly;
disrespect and misdirect me,
recollect what I had checked —
but you reject what I expected.
Answers intersect, confuse me;
always incorrect, you use me,
every two months resurrecting to abuse me.
No willing scholarship — just saying “choose me.”
I hate you. You suck. Insults don’t defuse you.
Now my fate, my truck, leads me tomorrow to redo you.