Weekends

Two days sitting at home
is as boring as a 1km snail race.
"tinkle", the wish fairy comes
to grant me out of here
I'm free!, but then the truth hits me hard
like trying to lift a heavy dumbbell.
Still at home,
a tired, overused television in front of me, in hell.

I read a book that fills me with knowledge
and happiness like fuel to cars
Though, Mr. Book is old, in pain,
and broken with hundreds of scars
He's as stinky and broken down as a withering old fool,
"plonk", close the book,
because "sigh", it's time for school.