About the Poem
This poem is about a school day I had. It sucked!!
Why Do Teachers Always Pick On Me?
|Why do teachers always pick on me,
I have trouble figuring this out, can't they see,
Chelsea is distracting, and singing ain't a crime,
and Bobby always plays the drums with his sticks 6 inches high.
Not I. Mr. Proc are you blind? Or am I just loosing my mind?.
Mrs. Hauser can't you see Chelsea is doing her home work, it's not me.
And Mrs. Randall where do you find singing a crime?
Its not in a handbook I can't find #9 to the left of four
oh shit, your right. Ok, I am heading out the door.
I sing and I dance, the world is unexplained.
I love to be depressed, but in this world its a shame.
Oh, how come you can't see that all this yelling is not directed to me.
I'm doing fine until I get you on my mind.
Your screaming just ain't helping me.
Why are teachers always yelling at me,
Why can't I find this out, don't they usually have a key?
Where the hell is my mind,
Sure, do I have the time,
Hey look there's a mime, no wait it's a man being killed,
His blood will be refilled,
I have lost a dime,
It's like going without lemon when you have the lime,
I'm goin insane,
I'm gonna die,
No, I can't wait to help you find a tie,
I'm telling you I'm gonna die,
Does no one care?
Am I invisible, maybe losing hair?
NO not there!
ships travels far,
but capsized when hitting the sand bar.
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