Roxy Rionne - Having too much homework

When I come home from school with my big bag,
My bag, filled with homework, notes and textbooks.
While doing my homework, it starts to drag,
But to escape the stares and dirty looks.
I'm forced to sit here at my cluttered desk,
Writing a story that is short or long.
Finally finished it, when it is dusk,
Not knowing whether it is right or wrong.
The hours, minutes, seconds drag on the time,
The time crawls slowly till I'm done.
It's like Time is in an organized crime,
When I can have fun, the sun's already gone!
Now I've done my work, I can go my way,
Yet, I've lived to study another day!

Roxy Rionne

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