Skip or Stay?

What should I do? Skip or stay?
All the work and no fun
make me sad
that I really can’t play.

It’s been like that from the beginning,
through decades,
through generations,
since the cavemen started grinning.

Maths, physics, biology,
chemistry, oh no, sir!
These are things of evil,
the worst types of ideology.

I need to come back home
by tram,
by bus,
to get away from this dreadful foam.

It’s so boring my mind is boiling!
Mommy, write me a note,
Daddy, pick me up,
I need to stop guessing and start expressing!

Go ahead and let’s ride away
into the comfort of our getaway.
Let’s feel the sun and the wind,
caressing our colour-blind wit.

But remember, whenever you skip,
you don’t just escape the hellish grip.
Someone still cares,
even when all is done and dusted,
someone still cares.

Skip or stay?
That is the question.
Skip! Skip! Skip!
But would you stay and learn English craftsmanship?