Study Curve

I looked and looked...don't know if this poem or the information below it will help, but hope so. I'll keep my eyes open for the next few days to see if I come across anything else.

The Grenadier of the Marginal Utility School

An economist moved to Germany
A learned position to pursue
This should have been a certainty,
For in Wien he'd learned a thing or two.

But the good man learned the tragic tale:
Marginal Utility was deceased.
Its followers lamented the school's corruption,
Their dozen wouldn't increase.

Our economist cried bitterly
Oh, for the terrible news!
Oh, that life hadn't been granted me,
Gone to the dogs is my muse.

My books! What's to become of them?
Editions printed, no demand.
I might well burn them straight away -
Wisdom's met its final stand.

Dishonor, its death knell sounding,
and my friend fate betrays me.
In world protest, with pride abounding,
I've got Hari Kari to save me.

I shall not do it hastily
This were no friend to reason.
I exchange my life here justifiably
For sacrifice knows its season.

From the treasury of Menger's works,
I lay a volume on my breast.
Now pen in hand, my dagger dear,
With it my soul may find its rest.

And so I stilly lie, and wait
Like my books, remaindered and dusty.
But hark! Now complementary goods,
They cry for battle, loud and lusty!

Böhm Bawerk advances over my grave,
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Armed, I rise up, burst my enclave,
Put not Marginal Utility asunder

The Grenadier of the Marginal Utility School

An economist moved to Germany
A learned position to pursue
This should have been a certainty,
For in Wien he'd learned a thing or two.

But the good man learned the tragic tale:
Marginal Utility was deceased.
Its followers lamented the school's corruption,
Their dozen wouldn't increase.

Our economist cried bitterly
Oh, for the terrible news!
Oh, that life hadn't been granted me,
Gone to the dogs is my muse.

My books! What's to become of them?
Editions printed, no demand.
I might well burn them straight away -
Wisdom's met its final stand.

Dishonor, its death knell sounding,
and my friend fate betrays me.
In world protest, with pride abounding,
I've got Hari Kari to save me.

I shall not do it hastily
This were no friend to reason.
I exchange my life here justifiably
For sacrifice knows its season.

From the treasury of Menger's works,
I lay a volume on my breast.
Now pen in hand, my dagger dear,
With it my soul may find its rest.

And so I stilly lie, and wait
Like my books, remaindered and dusty.
But hark! Now complementary goods,
They cry for battle, loud and lusty!

Böhm Bawerk advances over my grave,
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Armed, I rise up, burst my enclave,
Put not Marginal Utility asunder

The Grenadier of the Marginal Utility School

An economist moved to Germany
A learned position to pursue
This should have been a certainty,
For in Wien he'd learned a thing or two.

But the good man learned the tragic tale:
Marginal Utility was deceased.
Its followers lamented the school's corruption,
Their dozen wouldn't increase.

Our economist cried bitterly
Oh, for the terrible news!
Oh, that life hadn't been granted me,
Gone to the dogs is my muse.

My books! What's to become of them?
Editions printed, no demand.
I might well burn them straight away -
Wisdom's met its final stand.

Dishonor, its death knell sounding,
and my friend fate betrays me.
In world protest, with pride abounding,
I've got Hari Kari to save me.

I shall not do it hastily
This were no friend to reason.
I exchange my life here justifiably
For sacrifice knows its season.

From the treasury of Menger's works,
I lay a volume on my breast.
Now pen in hand, my dagger dear,
With it my soul may find its rest.

And so I stilly lie, and wait
Like my books, remaindered and dusty.
But hark! Now complementary goods,
They cry for battle, loud and lusty!

Böhm Bawerk advances over my grave,
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Armed, I rise up, burst my enclave,
Put not Marginal Utility asunder

The Grenadier of the Marginal Utility School

An economist moved to Germany
A learned position to pursue
This should have been a certainty,
For in Wien he'd learned a thing or two.

But the good man learned the tragic tale:
Marginal Utility was deceased.
Its followers lamented the school's corruption,
Their dozen wouldn't increase.

Our economist cried bitterly
Oh, for the terrible news!
Oh, that life hadn't been granted me,
Gone to the dogs is my muse.

My books! What's to become of them?
Editions printed, no demand.
I might well burn them straight away -
Wisdom's met its final stand.

Dishonor, its death knell sounding,
and my friend fate betrays me.
In world protest, with pride abounding,
I've got Hari Kari to save me.

I shall not do it hastily
This were no friend to reason.
I exchange my life here justifiably
For sacrifice knows its season.

From the treasury of Menger's works,
I lay a volume on my breast.
Now pen in hand, my dagger dear,
With it my soul may find its rest.

And so I stilly lie, and wait
Like my books, remaindered and dusty.
But hark! Now complementary goods,
They cry for battle, loud and lusty!

Böhm Bawerk advances over my grave,
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Polemics, and lightning and thunder.
Armed, I rise up, burst my enclave,
Put not Marginal Utility asunder

http://www.mises.org/misestributes/misessongs.asp

Check to see if the library at school or the public library have copies of the magazine, "Teen Ink", it has poetry written by teens and may have something in one of their issues.

Okay. The topic is how could you make the school sysstem better?
I choose how i believe the school system is corrupt.
I need to find a poem on this.

I'm not 100% sure I understand your question. A poem on school? Can you tell me more of what you're looking for?: i'd be happy to help you.