I don’t have any fun,
This jail is where it all begun.
No windows to make an escape,
So I just sit there… and wait.
I get the usual figurative language
Lesson; the one that makes me dreary.
I will admit it,
I can’t concentrate for shit,
But who does anyway?
She doesn’t listen to a dang thing I say.
Crazy in the way she lurks;
She pounds my head with all this homework!