Saturday Morning NightmareA Poem by Olmsted A. T.Saturday Morning Nightmare It's a Saturday morning nightmare stuck in this f*****g hell counted all the ceiling tiles all the while singing jingles to myself trying to keep myself awake but this boredom is gonna make me break and I can't bare to contemplate I got 7 more hours to go Wish i was outside skating on my board instead of killing minutes in this makeshift mental ward or home watching all of my favorite cartoons or lamped out with my nintendo spinning Oingo Boingo records in my room It's a Saturday morning nightmare in detention at Gnott Hardlee High the library is f*****g freezing and I feel like I've been lobotomized finding it hard to stay awake but this boredom is too much to take and I can't bare to contemplate I got 4 more hours to go My friends are probably all bowling out at Shade Tree Lanes or more than likely making out at the Monster movie matinee or thrashing up and down the desolate streets of Bullfrog Creek To think i missed out on the contest Over at The Megacade I practiced Missile Command For several hours a day For the last 8 f*****g weeks So much for my record breaking game It fucked right off with my tickets to go see the police Everyone will be there oh yeah except for me © 2017 Olmsted A. T. |
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Added on May 8, 2017 Last Updated on May 8, 2017 Author
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