Lazy Poem

They call me a bum,
Sitting here with a smile feeling numb,
Homework seems to be a waste,
Hence why I copy and paste,
Instead of wracking my brain,
I sit bored and in mental pain,
Teacher talks and I zone out,
When they notice I see them pout,
Another scorn,
While I’m untorn,
I don’t care,
And that’s my cross to bear.





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