Friday, August 6, 2010

Don't you love?

You are conniving
Slick and sneaky
You rob each heart
Because you’re tricky
Don’t you love?

You are greedy and foolish
A trickster by name
You know every soft spot
You’ve played every game
Don’t you love?

You are the charmer
The one who lures
Innocent hearts into your trap
You know your way in
You’ve got every map
Don’t you love?

You are deceitful and mean
You haven’t a backbone nor a spleen
You capture each heart you happen to meet
Don’t you love?

You are deceitful
Two faced with no doubt
When she mentions love
You sneak your way out
Don’t you love?

You are distracting
Make it hard to concentrate
You’ll never get caught
You know how to calculate
Don’t you love?

School

I used to like school
Not a bad word to say
Now the teachers are beefers
That spoil each day
Revising history, practicing math
Once actually caring about my path
I once loved accounts, purchases and sales
Now that ship is long gone, packed and sailed
Chemicals in chemistry, anatomy in Biology
Physical quantities, Hitler’s philosophies
Now I’ve forgotten about school, my ears are shut
If this is a movie someone say CUT!
If this is a scene of a troubled teen then I’m the best star
Because now knowledge
Ain’t taking me far
Won’t get me some money
Or a fancy car
Not if our teachers are this mean
Like in biology they’re hurting my spleen
I now am nothing but a troubled teen