kenny hilberrt


I hate school


Shall I compare thy school to a penitentiary?
The food is not quite complementary
Eating disgusting food of a tray
and it tastes the same every day
The authorities enforce the dumb rules
why can't schools have pools?
This is why I am writing at this poem
I'd really rather stay at home
I wasn't paying attention in class
I'm not sure if this poem will pass
A jail is no fun
all the police officers have big guns
My mind has to mend
now we have reached the end

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/21/2013 8:51:00 AM)

    We have reached the end. Okay. I like this one. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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