Treasure Island

Brian Aji



Some things you like, Some you hate.
Wake up at six, But you're still always late.
Not talking about college when you can pick your classes,
I'm sick of hearing, 'Where the heck are your glasses? ! '
Homework takes up the rest of your time,
I want to be a kid, I don't care whose face's on the dime.
To force me to go, It's a felony, A CRIME!

Submitted: Monday, October 13, 2008

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  • Hailey Agnew (4/25/2009 11:45:00 PM)

    i love this poem! its so right on
    wake up at six, still always late haha ya so true
    i love it it's great (Report) Reply

  • Pamela Lutwyche (10/13/2008 4:30:00 PM)

    Some things I like, some thing I hate.
    Get up at five
    Have a bath, clean my teeth
    Walk the dog,
    Get breakfast on the go
    Get in the car off to work
    I’m never late oh, no. (Report) Reply

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