Saturday School
September 16, 2009 by jeffliWIN
Filed under Arts, Creative Writing
Saturday School
by Caitlyn Ducat, Guest Writer
Sitting. Watching. The clock keeps stopping Time couldn\’t move any slower There\’s nothing to do, you make a rebellious move Yeah, your feet on the chair will show ‘er A chair squeaks and everyone peeks Over the books they pretend to be reading The silence returns to make your ears burn With the sounds of your tired thinking You close your eyes and what a surprise Supervision is yelling at you to wake So you lift your head it\’s dense as lead And wonder what else they\’ll take You look down ad your book and the notes you took You now realize they\’re quite bare A deep long sigh, oh well, you tried But decided you just don\’t care You\’re bored as hell; you\’re a lifeless shell As sleep begs your eye lids to close You try to resist but sleep comes too quick And you\’re gone before you know A high sharp ring interrupts your dreamsAnd the crowd is on their feet Your freedoms arrived, thank god you survived Success never tasted so sweet
