Poetry: The Law Makes Me Go I drag out of bed just to come here, And you expect me to get up and Cheer? I walk through the doors to join the mass, Then It's off to my most boring class? Band is it and we play our song, Why does this class last so long? In Spanish I'm lost, and with help from my pal, All I haved learned in that class is Qué tal?; I head for my desk just to wait for the bell, Then it's off again, get me out of this hell; In Biology we're learning what makes you cough; In History It's notes 'till my arm falls off; English however I