No More School For Me

Beautiful poem. May not agree with everything. Took the liberty of reblogging this on my site.

Frank Solanki

They make me wake up early
When I should be sleeping instead
The sun hasn’t raised his head
But I’m already out of my bed
I go through the motions
Like a ritual, everyday
I dream about the weekends
But they’re always far away
I wish I could find a formula to make myself grow
I won’t be going to school
I won’t be going to school tomorrow

All sorts of people fill that place
My friends, they are friendly
The bullies, they all bully
And they all do their jobs so perfectly
Mr. Vain, he is kind
Miss Confused, she is nice
But when I ask them a question
They fill me up with lies
And all sorts of nonsensical stuff, at me, they throw
I won’t be going to school
I won’t be going to school tomorrow

There are so many other things
I’d rather be…

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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