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