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[title] => We All Have Our Bad Days
[time] => 2005-09-07 19:52:03
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[bodytext] => My alarm clock’s been broken for God knows how long Wished that I had remembered this when I went to bed Dreaming of better days, saving the world, my guy friend I woke up the next morning feeling like the living dead A shower of swear words and some more after that Were shouted at maximum volume for all to hear Throw on some clothes, who cares if they clash? For the wrath of the principal, that is what I feared No time to make breakfast or even a lunch I really had to catch that bus Brush my teeth, do my hair The adrenaline of the morning rush Ran out the door, nearly falling because I tripped I had a feeling that is wasn’t my day Got to the stop before the bus Will I get there or will I be late? Today is so gloomy, the sun is in hiding The rain just keeps cascading down Here comes the bus...driving a little too close It splashes a puddle. In icy water I drown Finally, on the bus, and the driver gives me a look As if to say “What happened to you?” I give him a blank state, paid my fare There is very little that I can do Surviving the bus ride will be a difficult task In a few moments I would find out Some kids are sitting with their mom They argue. Kids cry. She shouts. I got off in front of the school My clothes are wrinkly, but dry Only a few minutes until the bell rings Make haste! Get inside! Luckily for me we had a substitute teacher Who didn’t know all of the rules He let me in, gave me a speech I nodded, looking like a huge fool It’s 2:40 PM, the day went by so slowly There’s too many things to report A horrible test, a project failed “Just not your day?” my teachers would retort Later at home, I was feeling kind of blue So I went to get some ice cream With a large spoon and some chocolate syrup After today, all I wanted to do was scream Depressed and dispirited, I climbed into bed Glad that the day is over Brushed my teeth, turned off the lights I wish I had a four leaf clover [the next morning] ...My clock has been broken for God knows how long Wished that I had remembered this when I went to bed... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Allofyourtears [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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