Sad Semester

I feel myself getting sick,

when summer ends and school begins.

Oh how the desks begin to dig in my back.

A sad semester encroaches.

All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant

of individuals who made up their own minds.

I made mine too.

'Cause I'm through.

[spoken]

Hey! What am I doing here?

I have things to do, there's life outside -

and I'm stuck inside this classroom.

The loners become cops

they grow more lonely in their squad cars.

I find it funny how the all-stars

are all old & fat.

The cheerleaders have babies,

with houses and husbands.

They should have known.