Slackers Point Of View
To listen or not to listen: What was the question?
Whatever it was I sure didn't hear it the first time.
Or took heed when there was warning.
And by opposing I got sent out. To cut, to snooze--
Why not--and by snoozing I say who cares about
The headache and the many insistent teachers
That I am heir to. It's something
I wouldn't wish on anyone. To get bored, to snooze--
To snooze--perchance to daydream: yeah, that's it.
For in this snooze of boredom what daydreams may come
When I will have left this boring place,
I mustn't admit to have learned. That's the thing
That makes trouble become of my name:
For who would want the speeches and the 'you should know betters' of this time,
The teacher's despise, the popular guy's ego,
The hurt of broken up love, the delay of suspension,
The insolence of some staff, and the things
That go in one ear and out the other,
When he himself might his nap take
With his head on the desk? Who would want to do homework,
To think and write for a long amount of time,
But in the dread of finding out,
Through others, an unreliable source,
From which rumors fly, gets our hopes up,
Only to find out that the project got a 'D'?
This just proves us slackers,
And why we are viewed that way
Is brought over with the shadowy overcast of thought.
And why every excuse either good or bad
Will be disregarded and turned down.
And I'll lose my face in the crowd.