Excuse this BOMB (School Suppression)

October 7, 2014

Excuses- that’s all you say you hear

excuses for not following rules, I’m a person not a tool

excuses for my own belief, you don’t like when I speak what I think

Excuse me, as you talk and I don’t listen

because all that comes from your mouth is prosecutions

Reasons why I’m in the wrong because I’m not like you at all

Telling me what to do, how to do it,

because you think in my mind, I’m alright.

The road of my mind is so very long

I can get lost,

In all those roads,

find a beach and dig in the sand my toes

Excuse me?

Were you talking?

You don’t like my hat? Well that’s too fucking bad.

Does it offend you? No? Leave me the hell alone

Excuse me?

I was late? Give me a detention? Ok.

You wanna give me three? Sir that’s far too many

I have a mind to train because you’re starting to taint it

But to you my mind is alright,

even though all I do is supposedly wrong

So maybe I should kill you all, while my friend can write a song

Excuse me while I grab a knife,

and decide to end yours or my life

Because that’s my escape since I’m always wrong

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