A passing lyric

The breakfast club

The breakfast club 

Saturday, March 24th, 1984

Five naughty teenagers walked through the door 

Of their every day life from Monday to Friday 

It’s so absurd that they’re here on a Saturday.

All five so different, All five the same 

As long as the princess doesn’t sit with the brain.

They are handed an essay, the must not fail 

while a quiet basket case chews on her nails.

An angry Mr Verne “Dick! s’cuse me Rich”

Wants detention to go down without a hitch.

“Don’t mess with the bull or you’ll get the horns”

Verne in Johns face, with his fist raised he warns.

Each one of them has something over the other 

The brain has his books while John watches his mother 

Get slapped in the face as his dad asks for pie

The basket case has a constant need to lie.

Together they bond, together they fight

Learning more about each other than what’s at first sight.

They speak of the future and recall the past

as they’re watched by a clock that’s twenty minutes fast.

With only one essay to show the principle 

A brain, An athelete, A basket case, A princess 

and a criminal.

He’s crackin skulls so grab some wood bub 

sincerely yours 

The breakfast club.

                                                        -KK

  • Author: A passing lyric (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2019 19:57
  • Category: Friendship
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