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Late for school as usual
Alamin, Why? OK! Then sit

In the corner and not a word
Write a poem about the
disaster
Film you obviously saw last night
When you
were supposed to be
Doing your maths.
Homework's
pants! So too
The whole stupid goody-2-shoed class

With their tight fingers stuck up their lips

Already have their girly pictures pinned
To her
ugly backed display board;
Hung, drawn and slaughtered.

They're all so gay!
I hate this earth-pig day

Want to leave now or even cry
Just keep seeing the
pen 'n' ink lie
Passing over the new white order
Of
this lined paper.

Keep the cool, you yoyo
schoolboy,
Sit and sort it, plot and ploy
A plague
of aardvarks on her jewelled neck
Rotten missy, who does she
think she is
Anyway, with her two silly faces
The
statue of liberty, some big
Bright spark in the city,

Like my dad in the cockpit?
I'll sort her, don't
you worry!
Got a rocket in my pocket,
Gonna blast
her when I'm older
Going faster like I told her

Pile on her a loadda diss.
Pencil needs sharpening
miss!
Turns a face, pretends not to listen

Questioning them instead all sat stuffing
Popcorn
in their stupid mouths on the magic carpet,
Shoulder to
sycophanatic shoulder
(Check your spelling boy)

Saying all the right meaning things
She wants them
to like, like
I liked the part when the plane swerved past
the tower.
Didn't you miss?