Going to ditch Maths next lesson, <br />smoke a fag with Ginge with Tubs, <br />by the bike sheds I will be, <br />braving out the cold for the school bus. <br /> <br />I can't do it sir! <br />but they say I haven't even tried, <br />I don't even know how to spell my own name, <br />but I did try at home and I cried. <br /> <br />Ginge tol' me that he will join the army, <br />as he scrawled swearwords on the toilet doors, <br />I tol' him, I don't even know what I want to be, <br />as I threw and ripped toilet paper on the floor. <br /> <br />I was sent home, for wearing my brothers Reebok's, <br />and that I can't come back until I have black shoes, <br />My mum will have to pay the electric this week, <br />so that means I don't have to go to school. <br /> <br />My mum can't make parents evening tonight, <br />Eastenders and Corrie are both on till late, <br />I know what the teachers will say in the staffroom, <br />'can you blame him for his mothers lazyness and mistakes? ' <br /> <br />No they cannot blame me, <br />but it was me that ripped the toilet paper, <br />and left the fag butts by the bike sheds, <br />but never accuse me of not liking school, <br />because school doesn't like me instead.<br /><br />Rachel Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/school-138/
