School Poem by J.M Berger

every day to the familiar prison
is it sad that it's like a home?
tell me what to say and how to act
tell me how much i am worth
now don't let me raise my voice
you can try to hold my tongue
guess i was game for a little while
but you can only keep a good man down so long

you can't stand me
so you reprimand me
i don't need more spunk
no i need a place to be
and i don't care 'bout the cash
i ain't impressed by the hash
if i wanted i'd have my own stash
i just want to be free