School years

by Kristina Eby   May 24, 2004


Ah, get me out of here why aren't these years done
until the day I'm out of here i wont have any fun
school is taking over everything i own
sorry cant talk mom says get off the phone
someone rescue me i need to get out
were in a class room there is no reason for you to shout
this place has brain washed me, this place called school
you cant sit with us your not cool
six hours at school then homework at home i just don't get it
shut up you little punk before you get hit
the school year is almost over no more school at last
sorry but your not going anywhere you didn't pass..

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  • 20 years ago

    by East Poetry

    wow, all that crap in school, only to find out you dont pass. great poem, i dug it

  • 20 years ago

    by patricia

    yea i thought it was crazy cute

  • 20 years ago

    by kelsey

    hey, i like ur poem, its cute.