It was those Monday mornings that Mr.Walltman did dread, <br />As soon as his feet would leave contact with his bed, <br />He would put on his suit and get ready for school, <br />When he arrives he would witness the kids attempting to be cool, <br />With their collars up and hair gelled, <br />Into class they would be yelled, <br />When the kids waltz in they would scream and shout, <br />The goody goody would then scream 'ah here leave it out', <br />But then the kid would be abused physically, <br />He'd then keep repeating 'names will never hurt me' <br />It was all too much for Walltman himself, <br />It was also extremely bad for his health, <br />Seeing all this madness on a day to day basis, <br />He used to imagine school being his dream oasis, <br />But that dream has died and gone, <br />And he hopes one day this ugly duckling would turn into a swan.<br /><br />Lars The man<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monday-morning-blues-3/
