Throughout my formative years

I was a bit of a troublemaker

I was moved to the back

Of almost every class

I never did homework

I never passed tests

And when I’d get home

My parents would be pissed

They’d make me sit down

At the dining room table

And rewrite a sentence

Over and over again

I was just like bart

Standing at the chalkboard

“50 lines, front and back”

My parents would say

I wasnt aloud to leave

Until i finished this task

50 lines front and back

Quite the punishment

But when I had finished

And gone back to school

The punishment didn't work

I still disrupted class

I was just a little menace

A rascal to my core

And no amount of writing did change that

I wanted to talk, and I would

So I returned to the back of the class