Missing Boring

Goodbye boring days that made me feel despair. Goodbye school days and those with whom I fought and made cry. Goodbye foreigners with your smelly odor that rots the smell of the fresh sky. Goodbye police chases with us on motorcycles that filled my heart with excitement. Goodbye old hags sitting under the tree in my neighborhood. Goodbye to your talking like chatterboxes and never quieting down about anything in your minds. Goodbye crazy women who don’t know how to drive and cause accidents and irritate me when I’m driving to school.