read-hard

He fights at his level, he maintains his guard, his test scores are low because he's a read-hard. Big words don't come easy, letters don't make sense, enraged by this lacking he'll gnash cry and flense. It's not of his doing, he is not to blame, maternal malfeasance did foul up his game; his mother ate nothing but sweets chips and junk, she cursed his brain circuits, she caused him to flunk. She failed in her efforts, a task poorly done, knew not of good eating or sound nutrition. Please help this young fellow, deal him a new card, he's not just a dummy, he don't just read-hard. His Spirit is massive, his goodness is great, he gives to the needy and rarely comes late. Solutions are easy – his food is to blame – it's damaged his thinking and made his mind lame. So feed him a carrot, an apple and chard, to jump start his learning and cure his read-hard. Thank you now for reading, you wonderful beast, whose thinking comes easy, whose eyes here do feast. Please heal yourself also, don't eat things refined – your stomach will thank you, your essence will shine. Mahalo.

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