A Bad Day!
By Nick Maddix 1:44 p.m. 5-11-02

I woke up late and I fell out of bed
I crashed on the floor and injured my head
I didn’t have any clean clothes and their holes in my socks
And what the hell happened to my alarm clock

I open my closet and out came a wave
Of toys and junk I forgot to put away
Buried in objects, I crawled out somehow
It’s going to be one of those days, I know now

I exit my room and race down the hall
And along my way, I mange to fall (again)
Bruised again, I get up slowly
And curse everything that’s holy (eek!) 

I enter the bathroom to brush my teeth
Only to find a plugged up sink
I enter the shower and everything seems right
until somehow the toilet flushed on it’s own and out went the light 

Naked and soaked, I climbed out of the stall
And back here I am in the hall
I walk down the stairs and nothing was bad
Until I slipped on a porno mag 

Damn it all, I said to myself
as I held my body where the pain was felt
I finally found some clothes and things were looking up
Until I pour out some orange juice not realizing I didn’t have a cup

I cleaned up the spill and boy was I thrilled
To find underneath the table, a late monthly bill
I took the letter and went to find a stamp
And along the way, I got a huge cramp

I left the house and started to pout
When I had just realized I’d just locked myself out
I rushed to the neighbor’s house and to my surprise
Nobody was home, not even a fly 

God, why are you torturing me like this?
I’ve been a good boy, and I’ve never skipped
I’ve never gambled and never had sex
And well, you really don’t need to know the rest

I went to my car and turned the key
It wouldn’t start; curse the car company
How ironic this happening too
Damn you Satan, I do not worship you! 

So I opened the garage to take out my bike
Only to find the chain wasn’t set right
It needed air in the tires and it needed new brakes
The handlebars were loose and the seat wasn’t well shaped

My only option left was to walk to school
Since I couldn’t fix my bike with my limited tools
I didn’t have enough money for the bus
And my skates were full of rust

I walked to school and made it alive
I enter the building at a quarter to five
I wanted out of there so I could go back home and rest
To my shock, we have a huge test

I ran out of the room and screamed
Why was this day turning out so bad for me?
I ran back home and made it by eight
I still couldn’t get back in my house, oh great

I pushed and kicked the door very hard
But I didn’t leave a blemish or a scar
I got my lawn-mover and charge at the door
And plowed right though it and mowed the living room floor

I heard a loud ring and went to the phone
It was a call from my girlfriend, she didn’t want to see me no more
I slammed the phone back on the receiver
Oh hell I said, well I didn’t need her

I stomped back into the living room and went straight to the kitchen
I looked in the fridge for something I could fixin’
All that was in there was a can of bread (don’t ask)
I slammed my hand right into my head 

I took the can of bread and put it in the oven
And lit the room on fire and I can’t think of anything to rhyme with oven
I burned down my house and all that was left was ash
And with no new cash, I was in a bit of a bash

I stayed at my grandmas and into her arms
Arms full of love and scents of the farm
At least I am alive and not dead I said
But then again, I never should have got out of bed instead