Class Is Gay Poem by Terry Coates

Class is not the place for me
For all I do is sleep
I come sit and learning nothing
For a whole week
I grow tired and weary at looking at a screen
That is why I asked to leave
They told me know multiple times
That is why I grow mean
After this year I’ll be able to leave
With a true dream
The people in my class are lazy and dumb
They really need to smoke weed
For now you know why I hate class
So please let me leave