My Angry Poem, by Dillon Hedges (Jan 2006)
I woke to Dad pushing me outta bed,
into a cold shower I head.
Trix was stale and milk smelled bad
and no clean socks to be had.
Canít find the papers due today,
backpack hurting on the way.
Car seat is freezing my body,
the heater is blowing cold air.
Canít find any balls on the playground,
flat balls are the only ones found.
Bell rings too early, time to go.
Two hours till recess Ö oh no!