School

SCHOOL (published 2001)

Every day I visit school, sit at my desk - a golden rule,
And listen to them chatter on
About the Battle of the Somme
Or something even more monotonous.
They say that I should care about the past,
But I have trouble sorting out the present.
Dad's gone away, Mum struggles on,
But her new boyfriend's not so pleasant.
Thinks he owns the place, the fool.
And so, each day, I visit school.
I see my friends when I'm at school,
Have a laugh ' we think that's cool.
We're not the only cause of teacher tension,
But we're the ones they always mention,
Even when we're playing by their rules.
They look at me and wave a finger in the air,
And as I plead my case, my friends despair.
"It wasn't me! I shout in protest with a frown;
Now neither of us wants to be the first one to back down.
The teacher's anger makes him spit and drool.
Oh, why on Earth do I still visit school?