alone in my room is where i shall sit
never before had i thrown such a fit
stories nd stories, i lied through my teeth
hoping for a glimpse at a sign of relief

they pushed nd they pushed, until i gave in
by now i should know that i nevver will win
then came the punishment,for wat i had done
watever it is it shall not be fun

everythings gone no seeing nice weather
for these next two weeks are gonna feel like forever
with nothing to do,god forbid should i read
but thats wat they want,nevr follow their lead

just staring at walls my butt falls asleep
there is nothing but silence,not even a peep
my tv is off but i c people moving
no bother to me,its actually quite soothing

wat am i saying?i think ive gone mad
its only three days nd my lifes alredy sad
evry second goes by like a month or a year
y dont thy realize im dying in here?

someone come get me before i go crazy
i should use the excuse,"this is making me lazy"
*knock knock* wat is tht?u say tht its over
why i got up nd plowed like a freakin bull dozer

the moral of this story is tht crime doesnt pay..
nevr mop the floor with your grandpa's toupee