Excuses of sorts

A few years back I was at school
A trouble maker in a group of four
Using innocence as a bait
Twist through the roads meant to be straight
Bunking classes, prankster queens
Did it all as disciplined teens.

Went to college caught the flu
Smoking, drinking and some drugs too
Travelled the corners hidden below
All that nature gracefully bestows.
Oh no! It’s time
With attendance we short,
Who cares lets bunk
There are excuses of sorts.
Lets pull that prank one last time,
This time bigger, it’s a bomb not a lime.
Let’s bitch, Let’s fight
Let’s party, let’s dance
We’ll save the bang
Hey! We aren’t the only wasted gang.

The care free life is over now
It’s time to sail on a money dhow
Oh it’s time to carry my sack
It’s way to heavy on my back
Ring ring, my boss got a fax
She’s out on a meeting to fix her tax
With an evil grin, it’s time to relax
Lets bunk again
Life is short
After all, there are excuses of sorts.