Poetry

from the last bench

written by: sasha scafead

sitting on the last bench am i
gazing at the whole class through my i
behind me there are windows three
the country side is what i can see
but last benchers are bad they say!
what do they know?
they never play
when the bell goes
everyone rushes out
they wont wait for me
unless i shout
im a last bencher,
theres no denying it
youll never know,
im pretty quick
im the first one to come
and the last one to go
dont look at me,
i just go with the flow...