ďA Worm on Bottled BleachĒ
I ended up missing the bus.
I didnít want to go to school because of Sam.
Heís a Deep Underground madman who comes out late at night
Scared of sunlight
and has his laugh while graffitiing walls; last message around the corner was
ďThink the word graffitiing has too many Eís in it.Ē So I walked through Holman Close and through an alleyway, thinking ďI never will be, but maybe some day someone will ask what itís took to be great. Iíd have to say, sweat, sickness, and a lot of sugar intake,Ē I saw John appear in the distance, beside a hedge. On our journey, we talked about him trying to kick a ball up, by tapping the sole of his foot on the top of it, and I carried on by myself, him departing on Wellingborough Road.
When I made it to the Tesco tunnel, that is where I saw Eamon. He said, ďItís now quarter-to-nine, and Iím signing back into DU again. I see the cannabis draft, I laughed that you crossed the no out in knob, but allow the fucks to remain in there.Ē
I looked at my watch, cared that I was gonna be late in 12 minutes.
Getting off the Wellingborough Road, and entering the grounds; I see a cube for the sports-hall, basketball court kind of exam room I remember, when sitting my GCSEís.
Walked through reception doors; two chairs on left, and to my right was the receptionists desk. A locked door ahead, that would lead into a huge canteen. I walked out onto the playground. James from behind me called my name, done his little run-up laughing and said ďWe got you out of bed last night, for me and Jade to get in it, because...I wonder if heís somewhere and can imagine the moment. Was sat in his bedroom playing The Eminem Show.Ē
I made into class and saw Tracy as always, sitting in the corner. I said to her, ďI wonít forget you having those shit songs I recorded with a phone, on yours...Ē
ďWhatís this about?Ē asked Zenda, suddenly leaning forward, I then continued: ďShe had everything that I recorded..her favourite one, that was Lee laughing whilst I was recording on Eminemís Toy Soldiers instrumental, for a good two minutes at least. Canít remember what I said. Donít know about a half-blood prince, more like Tard-er prick. Iím feeling Re Re, not Rihanna, thatís Reemiss. Itís crazy, but it does take time, he wants to exist and with all his will put the energy in. I know we usually have 15 minutes, and now only having 1, so I just want to sayóFor Slim, Iíve got a horror spin, his bones on the storyboard, and I mean studying his origin, being German and Irish, so his sense of humour is beyond a joke, which had made Matthew mad, getting a reply worse than Stanís, photo attached of the man wearing a Japan flag.Ē
When the bell rang, I walked into the toilets and saw James sitting on the radiator, talking to someone in a cubicle and also playing ďBrain DamageĒ.
ďYou need to get on the train, otherwise youíre gonna be carrying half a bicycle for the other end to fly and arriving late, you took the polyjuice potion, they know he didnít have the same sandwich, what did you order again?Ē
James said, ďI had, umm, nine rolls, three waters,Ē was given a half-lit cigarette and said to me, ďYou will need to know what Iím offering, for that poem of yours titled My Apology.Ē
I shook my head, walked out, past Rachel and Shona sitting with earphones in on a laptop, then made it to Science class.
The rumours werenít true; it was sitting in the right hand corner of the room when I walked in, soon said
ďIíll make a line of day-walkers
one of which you will not cut off
and so what that I keep having to return
to the toilets to
put on some more sun-block
Wanna pick up a handgun or something?
Canít tell if Iím a man or woman
and itís a sure as why Iíve come back for
I canít follow orders
And all them two in Dryden House heard
was platform nine and three quarters
Donít worry about Mr Stevens up at the front
Iíve already said for him
to get his head around it
like telling him what I canít spit
because Iím not some half-wit
My name is Sam, and to defeat me
thatís joining that certain church group
in Silent Hill
thinking you can save the damned
And whilst weíre on the subject of
talking about dumb teachers and their concepts
I told Steven, that youíre gonna
draw Rodney and Del Boy
from that Homesick episodes
then itís onto drawing a bigger version of
Harry Potter and Voldemort duelling
No one else is showing any proof
so itís a genuine scheme and I want to get in it
I mean, for the Half-Blood Prince
Iíve got a part of the script that went missing
so youíre probably Dumbledore man
like saying water...three sugars, milk and a Yorkshire ripper tea-bag...Ē
ďWhy are you staring at the bat poster? Aktar asked. I pulled my bottle of Dr Pepper out of my bag, then Sam continued:
ďAs you grow more quicker
Iím not that shit fourth riddler
like stamping a stamp on your forehead
of Tuesday 23rd April 2019
and Anna not sending a naked picture
with her problem with empathy poem
I can relate, like not caring how many
words are the same and on the line are placed
so pulling off one with one hand in one second
I do doubt you
so if weíre talking about boobs
you can get a last pic in
of Barbara in Night of the Living Dead
with her top and bra missing
aside my true self, after you shoot
_____ in the head and miss this zombie
Of course it isnít checkmate in this race
as Iím ahead
Take this overflow now
youíre right about writing nothing original
with that Wrong Turn movie
so I could be an axe wielding feminist
telling them to more or less think
of my bitch lines towards others
like the enemy of my enemy is my friend
And I hate men
they say Jessie is messy
because Chris couldnít answer the questions
other words, I asked where the cannibals
were going after we ran out the house
And then asked him what they were doing
when weíre in a watchtower
I mean, I expect my boyfriend to read minds
and see past doors...Ē
I was called out of the classroom by another teacher, and was told ďChloe said he knows he got out of bed, just after six at night, and itís now Saturday 27th July 2019, and the time now has just gone twelve-minutes-past-six.Ē
As soon as I put my hand on the classroom door, my phone fell out of my pocket
and saw the message; a voice-clip from September 2017. I opened it and heard
ďIt could have been suicide.
Someone in the crew is tampering, poisoning the weed, heís full of shit
man, I know Albert Einstein never appeared
in the cue and asked him how to make a line rhyme.
Heard he tried to slice your arm, Uma told to sit in the van, whilst she kept
twisting that Indian flag, it sure is twisted angel
Can he produce something in material
as beautiful as The Qurían?
Mr John Sickyithís junk wonít make it
into the basement of the Vatican
yet I carry on, hungry to show what a wizard is.
Not more lying just because heís giving you a lift
to back where you live
so arrive all pissed off and guilty to quiz the kids
like the time she was pulling out all them dvdís
and you was proud over such a shit tv.
Social services arrive trying to understand a baby, ďpishy pishĒ. That translation is, questioned my authority in darkness, Iíll have you blown to bits, you bitch.Ē
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