I’ve got the school blues

Booooooooooooooooo
(thumbs down)
I hope that Olivia doesn’t
get locked out of her house.

I hope that Olivia doesn’t
get locked out of her house.

I have to work.
When can I be a stork?

I have math.
When can I choose my path?

I have school.
When can I go to the pool?

I have staff.
When all I can do is laugh.

I’ve got the kitty blues, because
my kitty is ignoring me.

He used to love to play,
but now just sleeps all day.

He used to sleep in bed with me,
but now he sleeps on the floor.

I still love him, I just wish he would,
put in a little more effort to love me.

I’ve got the school blues, in every
P.E. game, I always lose.
This place is a waste of time,
I don’t even know how to rhyme.

This school makes me wanna
lay and cry.
This school doesn’t make me cool,
we don’t even have a pool.

The kids are always rude,
and the lunch is always
hard to chew.

I’ve been here for years
and so far, nothing is clear.

I don’t wanna go to school.
School is boring.

I’m tired.

I’d rather just play on my Switch-o-led.

I hate school.
I basically don’t want to be
writing this down right now.

That’s the end.

I’ve got the dyspnoria blues.
I am no clitoria
I feel no euphoria.
I feel like a zeal for looking masculine.
My mind is vascular.
Thoughts flowing like a river.
I’m bestowing my feelings,
because I feel like I have
to hide.

I’m bestowing my feelings.

School is bull.
Makes me wanna drown in a pool.
Makes me wanna drool.
It’s not cool. . . .

I wanna play football,
with my cousin Kevaughn.

I got the school blues.

They antagonize
with contrasting, wistful eyes.
The Bullying Blue.

In my house, even my sister
would fight over a rabid mouse.

I am sad whenever I am
stuck with my mom and dad.

I am not understood,
my parents act like
a board of wood.

I’ve got the first day of school blues.
It make me feel so bored, I’d rather
being doing chores.

When I wake up early with the sun,
mom drags me out. I have to run,
No time to eat, no time to play;
the bus is about to pull away!

What else can I say?
It’s just the first day.

I have the hangry blues.
It makes me want some food.
I would choose some steak and eggs
or maybe Soul Food.
My goal is to bear this growly stomach,
and maybe pour this coffee,
maybe with some toffee.

Maybe pop me a bag of chips,
that are salty and greasy.
I can rhyme easy.
This growly stomach
makes me queasy.

I get home to see,
there is no more food for me.

I get mad,
so, I yell and scream for Dad

All I wanted was some food,
now I’m in a bad mood.

Now my brother’s not home,
and I’m all alone.

Now my Bro got home,
I’m not longer alone.

I’m still made,
but less sad.