Bursting at the seams.
But this idle figure
Is not what she seems.
Standing alone at the bus stop
In the early morning glow.
Wishing she was back in bed
Only 14 hours to go.
When the bus pulls over
She’s disappointed to see
No old man sitting there
So she wont get a seat.
When at the bus station
The hoards soon arrive.
Filling up the standing space
Like bees in a hive.
The bus struggles up the ascent
Now we’re at “the shop”
And like little ants
Off the bus they hop.
Now they’re at “the bus stop”
So she gets off and sighs
Every day
She feels she dies.
Not from the homework
But the lack of it
And the nag or her parents
Its just… shit?!
So now she’s stuck at school
HOORAY
We have RS
And math today.
But there is one perk in my day
Cos’ at lunch there’s something great
Cos’ HP goes to CHOIR!!!!
YAY we all celebrate!
Now we’re done with the school day
She walks down the hill
Alone today cos’ carro has chamber-pot-choir
She thinks about the school she wants to kill
All the way home she only thinks
About what things she agrees with
Or thinks are a load of bullshit
Such as cheese or lemon pith.
Once she turns around the final corner
She knows she’s nearly home
And now she really can relax
Until the next day for her to go, to stay, to celebrate, to suck in every lesson, ponder more and more again, to think over every matter and the best of all – she completely pwns.
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