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