Ronan Gough - School Blues

School, what can I say? Its a jail, where your locked up,9-4, coming home afterwards looking like a demon whose shown light
It takes in its grip, filling you with wisdom and knowledge. Confusing you with alegbra and baflfing you with complicated anagrams.
Its black gates, your limatation to freedom, slurping, standing, speaking, all the things you cannot do, eating egg sandwiches in not allowed.
Huh, school, what can I say, the concrete walls of steel which imprisons you from 9-4 and the goings on in the playground, are what nightmares are made of, school.

Ronan Gough

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