English Work
This is part of an english project. you probably dont want to read it unless you are in my group, in which case,
Bells end yet another day
Of high school monotony.
Doors open in imperfect unison
And a liquid sea of teenage humanity
Flows out into the halls.
Here comes Ben, done with his day
Again they wait to be entertained.
I’ll put on the mask, make them laugh
But no one loves the clown, just his makeup
And they wonder why clowns cry.
I bet he likes the cheerleader types,
I can do that
I bet she notices everything that’s wrong with me
She already must hate me
So did you win the football game?
In her best blonde accent
Yeah, 38-40. I scored the winning touchdown
What a showoff. I had to say that.
That’s really great
Probing for a reaction
Yeah I guess
His heart in his throat
Gotta eat food if you wanna feel good
Mama told me that.
Open my locker, my personal pantry
And extract that perfect morsel of comfort
I like everyone and they all like me
Or so I like to think.
Kids, kids, kids.
Every day worse than before
More skin to show or curses to shout,
And the music only ever gets louder
What a relief each day at three
When school is finally out
I’m good at sports,
Okay in school.
Great in my parent’s eyes.
It seems the only thing I fail at,
Is passing grade with myself
There’s nothing quite like a snack,
After school is great
Soon I’ll go home to mom
And dinner’s always the best
Home cooking keeps me going,
Through each hungry day.
How can I change myself,
To please everyone else?
It’s a perfect social façade
At home I can take it off
And just be myself
Though it is harder to know
Who that is these days
Start you crap car!
Just turn over once more
Why me? It’s the kids.
Sugar in the tank?
Or just siphoned my gas
One of these days.
It’s a taxi home today.
I open my locker and look in the mirror
Drooping smile and sad eyes
Can’t make yourself laugh now, can you?
At home I’ll go to my room and sit
Just sit alone, entertaining no one
Eight AM, it starts again.
The buildings empty
The cars leave, lots empty
The lights go out and all is quiet
For a few hours there is peace.
Oh if these walls could talk.
yeah so theres that. other than that I had a pretty good weekend. picnic day was cool except for some sketchiness with Bodie, which was not cool. that and I never did find Layne... actually i was waiting for her to call. instead i saw this weird play with gibbsly. thats all. bye now.
Bells end yet another day
Of high school monotony.
Doors open in imperfect unison
And a liquid sea of teenage humanity
Flows out into the halls.
Here comes Ben, done with his day
Again they wait to be entertained.
I’ll put on the mask, make them laugh
But no one loves the clown, just his makeup
And they wonder why clowns cry.
I bet he likes the cheerleader types,
I can do that
I bet she notices everything that’s wrong with me
She already must hate me
So did you win the football game?
In her best blonde accent
Yeah, 38-40. I scored the winning touchdown
What a showoff. I had to say that.
That’s really great
Probing for a reaction
Yeah I guess
His heart in his throat
Gotta eat food if you wanna feel good
Mama told me that.
Open my locker, my personal pantry
And extract that perfect morsel of comfort
I like everyone and they all like me
Or so I like to think.
Kids, kids, kids.
Every day worse than before
More skin to show or curses to shout,
And the music only ever gets louder
What a relief each day at three
When school is finally out
I’m good at sports,
Okay in school.
Great in my parent’s eyes.
It seems the only thing I fail at,
Is passing grade with myself
There’s nothing quite like a snack,
After school is great
Soon I’ll go home to mom
And dinner’s always the best
Home cooking keeps me going,
Through each hungry day.
How can I change myself,
To please everyone else?
It’s a perfect social façade
At home I can take it off
And just be myself
Though it is harder to know
Who that is these days
Start you crap car!
Just turn over once more
Why me? It’s the kids.
Sugar in the tank?
Or just siphoned my gas
One of these days.
It’s a taxi home today.
I open my locker and look in the mirror
Drooping smile and sad eyes
Can’t make yourself laugh now, can you?
At home I’ll go to my room and sit
Just sit alone, entertaining no one
Eight AM, it starts again.
The buildings empty
The cars leave, lots empty
The lights go out and all is quiet
For a few hours there is peace.
Oh if these walls could talk.
yeah so theres that. other than that I had a pretty good weekend. picnic day was cool except for some sketchiness with Bodie, which was not cool. that and I never did find Layne... actually i was waiting for her to call. instead i saw this weird play with gibbsly. thats all. bye now.