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I Shall Call It: A Poem
My mother always said to go to school
Learn to read, write and count, don't break any rules Algebra's important, why wasn't said Finals are in ink, rough drafts done in lead Speak proper English; don't slouch in your seat Desks are for books, not props for the feet Respect your teacher and give her no crap Tuck in that shirt, don't dare let it flap But mother was wrong: school is a bitch All things considered I'd rather ditch Sneak out in the morning and never come back Live life free and lose the backpack Unbound by teachers, homework or grades Run far, run fast till their memory fades Forget education and burn the books Their use has expired if we're all stupid schmucks Get rid of districts and dim the class lights All they've ever done is hurt eyes and spark fights Give grammar the finger and show math the door No one remembers it and they make my head sore Forget the deadlines, that essay that's due Go get some sleep, procrastination's through Ditch that class, the systems shot Bring on the anarchy and let our minds rot! Last edited by Epsilonist; 21-06-2005 at 09:09 AM. |
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Re: I Shall Call It: A Poem
lol love it..
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Re: I Shall Call It: A Poem
LOL. Great!
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