Sweet Song Poem by martine boucher

siting and lisening,
paying attention.
all in a staight line
using our minds.
beeing brained wash with society of today,
If we dont pass were stupid its all gray.
We repeat it mutipule amount of times
and they want us to learn it too, , , a dim
all want us too do better, but its the same thing
over and over
over and over

Its not our choise,
we all go to school
Even if were tyerd
we have too sit in stools.
we all get better eventualy in time
But in the end we hurt our spine!

look at one person, our teacher all day
dont understand, not now no way
our friends are all talking and some are lisening
but its all the same dawm thing
but its all the same dawm thing
but its all the same dawm thing