Sh*t you can't say to your teacher poem.

Fri, 09/13/2013 - 18:16 -- Katty

In these four walls

Each day we sit

In this freaking cold room

Not learning a bit

Talking about politics and government

and all that fun stuff

my pen is out of ink

this work is tough.

It's pretty easy

to get you off track

and watch online videos

of cute little cats

Time drags on  by

but we suffer through it

because 3:00 we know

it's home we go!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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