I don’t have any fun,

                                                                This jail is where it all begun.

                                                                No windows to make an escape,

                                                                So I just sit there… and wait.

                                                                I get the usual figurative language

                                                                Lesson; the one that makes me dreary.

                                                                I will admit it,

                                                                I can’t concentrate for shit,

                                                                But who does anyway?

                                                                She doesn’t listen to a dang thing I say.

                                                                Crazy in the way she lurks;

                                                                She pounds my head with all this homework!