Best Drop Out Poems
I've done it again, I've overslept
I've failed to finish my homework
I've missed so many classes
that I can't recall which room
that I am supposed to go to
and maybe I'm on the wrong floor
and oh god the wrong building?
and besides they all look the same
and besides the last time I found it
all the seats were taken...
The semester is almost over
My attendance is still required
or there will be some sort of penalty...
(Tuition is so expensive, son
Why waste it, why throw it away?
Now your brothers and sister...)
The hall is empty and endless now
I'm running and sweating now
The whole class is waiting now
The teacher is waiting now...
I've already flunked his course
but still have to take his exam...
The bell screams and the doors slam shut
Once again they have started without me
Once again I'll be marked absent
when they call the roll...
Re-live the nineteen-sixties? Don't! We all
imagine mop-tops, surf, free love and sun,
conveniently forgetting Watts, De Gaulle,
the Tet Offensive, Audrey Hepburn's nun.
Imagine! Mop-tops, surf, free love - and sun!
Transistor radios, Italian suits!
The Tet Offensive? Audrey Hepburn? None
of those can overshadow kinky boots!
Transistor radios. Italian suits
the spirit of the age - la dolce vita!
No woes can overshadow kinky boots,
The Fugitive, short skirts, the parking meter!
The spirit of the age! La dolce vita!
Your Normal Joe thinks former times were "swell":
The Fugitive, short skirts, the parking meter!
To get to know Uhura, really well!
Your Normal Joe thinks former times were "swell".
He wants to join the Enterprise's crew,
to get to know Uhura really well,
and satisfy that inner yearning, too.
He wants to join the Enterprise's crew,
conveniently forgetting Watts, De Gaulle,
and satisfy that inner yearning to
re-live the nineteen-sixties. Don't we all?
At school played silly truancy,
Back came with hateful pregnancy!
She’d just intended The Irksome.
For being by custom troublesome’….
But it was all too venturesome,
Beauty giving a son handsome
Plus one more prize – The Sad Gift:
From school Owner did her lift;
From the rest permanent shift,
Official reason: ‘Spend thrift’…
Never again be present,
As he would her sight resent.
She made the mistake
She left her dreams behind
Her father gone
Her mother lost in her own world
Baby brother became her own
Partime worker
Age 16
She started to pray day and night
When things just didn't turn out right
Hoping a guardian angel would stop by
The day came sooner than she thought
Hope can alive
She walked on that stage
She sang her heart away
It was never a mistake
She would have never made it to this stage
Drops hit my head.
I don’t move.
I close my eyes and feel and count.
When I eat dinner, I help them organize the spoons.
After a productive day, I go back to my room.
Back to counting the drops of water.
The guards wander the halls, but they ignore us if we count quietly.
This is like a college dorm, haha!
Except, there’s no desk, or books.
Or pens, or pencils.
Or other dangerous things.
No tests, or projects.
Which are mind games, anyway…
It stops.
I go back to the bathroom, to listen to the leaky faucet instead.
My poor friends in school right now…
Sure they have phones, but no time.
Sure they have pens, but they dry up so fast.
While I’m in here.
Where our time is always valued.
And nothing ever gets fixed.