Teens Poem by foxy babii

Eyes boggled at the computer screen
A lifeless essay that could have been
Piers he does not care at all
He just laughs as his grades fall
Email, myspace, games and chat
Stuff school who cares bout that
He listens to music while in class
He fights the boys on the grass

Piers is a cool teenage boy
Instead of study it’s the latest toy
He’s got a personal laptop in his room
He counts school as days of gloom
Treasures his mates and rocken roll
Says if me fail il go on the dole
He lives with an ipod in his ear
And dreams one day of drinking bear

Piers says he know his not smart
But I can lift my leg and rip a fart
Guess I can multitask quite a lot
Tho mum aint care an says il rot
I can talk six convos and comment as well
I can pull through life tho its hell
An when bein at home makes me depressed
I blast the music an say im stressed

My parents don’t really give a damn
About what I do an who I am
And that’s what Piers has to say
Sounds like us all in a way
Hide from our sisters, hate our brothers
Diss our dads, don’t respect mothers
All bout friends an music loud
An fitten in with the teenage crowd
Foxii 08