Brett Nave

School - Poem by Brett Nave

School is a waste of my time
They expect us to turn on a dime
I only come to see my friends
Not to be writing with pens

I’m sitting here writing Rhymes
Well at least I’m not convicting crimes
I should be doing work
At least I’m not a jerk
I wish I had a drink
Man I think my pen is out of ink

I’m all alone
I wish I had my phone
Most of my friends don’t go here
I wish them I could hear

Sometimes I want to get up and leave
But I know I have to stay to achieve
Everyone has to go to school
If you don’t then you’re a fool

I wish I was finally out
But I have to take the right route
3 more years
Then I’ll hear some cheers

I wish I was home
Back in my dome
I wish I had a car
Some people think that’s bizarre
I’m so tired
But I have to work to get hired

Comments about School by Brett Nave

  • Gold Star - 8,008 Points Tiku . (12/9/2013 10:29:00 AM)

    yeah you have to work to get hired otherwise how can you get the car! ! very nice.enjoyed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 9, 2013

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