Dallas Winston

by theultimateoutsider

This is the poem about Dallas and why he is not in school. When you read this just picture Dal with his mean and despiceful look on his face:

This is the poem I wrote about Dally and why he is not in shool:) When reading this just picture Dal with his mean and despiceful expression on his face:)

"Why are you late?" - The teacher asked.

Staring right into my face

And I replied,

Looking at the sky

I said - "'cause I hate this place.

I hate the mold on the walls

I hate the things you make us do

The cafeteria and meatballs

The gym teacher - I hate 'im too

And so I decide to leave

I'll be the one to choose and pick

I'll choose the things I want to do

I'll choose the place I want to be in"

And soon enough it'll be the day

When all the memories will fade

I'll leave and I'll be a free man

But I'll remember just one thing - that I really really hate this place