LATE

Late, that’s me or what I will be.
Wake up, now go shape up.
Tick-tock, Almost six-o'clock.
Get on your day clothes but don’t forget to pick a pose.
Honk honk, say’s the bus.

The bus went to and fro around and around.
Going by so fly so now i’ll cry
that’s just sad, and now i’m mad.
Forgetting about fretting, now getting into the car.
Hopping in shotgun, while wondering how the bus went by.

Zooming, zooming down the road.
Brush hair so lush while going on bumps.
Wish I weren’t late but gotta keep my mind straight.
Turn left, turn right, wait go back!
Dashing for the door.
opening the door.
on the other side of the door.

Feet walking so fast that I can barely see them.
The lockers are watching.
The clock sneering.
Fear on my spine. The creeping feeling is upon me.
Time is a nightmare.

Doors begin to slam close.
Russian down to my first hour.
If that’s how it’s going to be soviet.
The door is just down the hallway.
My hands on the doorknob.
Yank,slam. BEEP.
Someone has closed the door on me.
There I am.
Late