A Day In The Life Of A Kid Poem by Christian Rivera

I wake up every morning and I get dressed for school
My mother's up before me and I can smell her food
I sit at the table and eat just as the sun comes up
Then I hear the roaring sound of the big yellow bus

When I arrive at school I am greeted by few friends
I say hello to the important ones and leave out all the rest
The bell hums its annoying hum and I am on my way
To the teacher I hate most, the first one of the day

She doesn't even glance at the first inside the class
I sit before she asks me why I'm always here so fast
It's not because I care to learn, I just want to go home
Before the day drags on and my thoughts begin to roam

She talks and talks and walks and walks and gives us all a test
I'd fall asleep as she goes on but I'm staring at her breasts
Forgive me, for I'm just a kid and thoughts they come and go
So I hold my pen against the sheet before my juices flow

The day goes on with no surprise like a record on the same song twice
The teachers teach and give their speech, I learn what is suffice
All the time seems slower now in the last class of the day
I watch the clock and hope it speeds so I can be on my way

The second I hear freedom I see my fellow students run
They go about their afternoon relaxed under the sun
I wait a while for my bus but it seems to be late
So walking seems to be my only choice to find escape

I walk on home with time to think of what I might do next
The thought of homework I consider than quickly I reject
Instead as soon as I get home I sit and watch my shows
I've seen them all a thousand times and all the words I know

My mother comes back home from work a couple hours late
I left a simple grilled-cheese sandwich sitting on a plate
She asks me how my day went and I lie so she can eat
I take off her high heels and massage her sore hurt feet

We watch TV together until we hate the shows that air
And then my mom goes straight to bed for overnight repair
I sit outside and sneak a smoke to let go of all my stress
Then I go to bed reminded life is but a game a chess