I'm sitting in In-School-Suspension
I flick their air with my tongue,
And I can taste the tension
And the humility
Of the acts that got my fellow **** ups here
One was in a fight,
One was selling ***
One caught with a knife,
The other blew his snot,
On the principal
This room is as bland as bland can be
Tanned walls and tall ceilings,
That are impossible to reach
I just can't shake the feeling,
Of boredom taking over me
This poem has no real purpose,
I'm writing to pass the time,
Only five more hours to go,
Since it's half past nine
Tick, tock, tick tock,
Goes the clock,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
There it goes again, the clock
With it's ticking,
And it's tocking
It's driving me insane,
Up the tanned walls to the high ceilings
I can't shake the feeling,
Of boredom taking over me
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
I'm sitting in In-School-Suspension
I flick their air with my tongue,
And I can taste the tension
And the humility
Of the acts that got my fellow **** ups here
One was in a fight,
One was selling ***
One caught with a knife,
The other blew his snot,
On the principal
This room is as bland as bland can be
Tanned walls and tall ceilings,
That are impossible to reach
I just can't shake the feeling,
Of boredom taking over me
This poem has no real purpose,
I'm writing to pass the time,
Only five more hours to go,
Since it's half past nine
Tick, tock, tick tock,
Goes the clock,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
There it goes again, the clock
With it's ticking,
And it's tocking
It's driving me insane,
Up the tanned walls to the high ceilings
I can't shake the feeling,
Of boredom taking over me
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