Eight Hours

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 Oh great, here we go again.
I swear this teacher’s nagging never ends.

I’ve been up since six am, gimme a break,

You’re as bad as my mom, a big headache.

 

English, then math, then bio, when’s lunch?

If I sit in these desks any longer I’ll get a hunch.

Books, notes, packets, and some homework,

I hate when teachers hover over me and lurk.

 

This eight hour day, my head is gonna blow.

“Hey teacher, hush up, it’s time for us to go.”

Tick-tock, waiting for the bell to ring,

This whole school and teachers stuff isn’t my thing. 

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