"I hate high school
Not for little reasons,
But because of my school.
It positively sucks.
It starts too early,
And ends too late–
Like, when will I ever get a break?!
The community is fake,
My teachers, and "friends"
They're all just faking until they get paid.
Maybe I'll live in misery 'til the very end.
I'm all alone at school,
With not a lot of real friends
And to top it off, these fools
Had to go and block my path to pretend.
Certain websites and apps
No longer open for chat,
Since school blocked them
I've been living like scat.
Lunch is a pain,
And I'm always drained.
The food tastes like trash,
And, don't hold me back,
But I'm so disgusted by it
The sheer lack of class
That I'm tempted to buy McDonalds
Just to bring my sense of taste back
But my taste buds aren't the only things that are broken.
The school is practically a living hell
Nothing gets a proper funding
Nothing stays, in the least, well.
Is it our fault?
Perhaps, perhaps not
We supply the school with funds,
That's true,
But who's being educated,
The school or you?
With every class you take
Another cent is made
Why not have more classes, then?
The answer isn't that great.
You see, adult problems cause problems for you and me
And they're not easily solved
Truly a reason for anarchy
Like Hamilton's debt plan,
About as complicated as can be.
The school needs funds, to have more classes
But for more classes the school needs more funds
That's a cycle I hate, maybe more than no breaks
Even more than the drama
Of selfish children these days.
Wait, a small double take
The drama these days is a lot
And it's not great
With all the chatter
And the plastic laughter
No wonder kids now are mad as mad hatters
I know I would be,
And I certainly am
About to explode like a shaken soda can
With all the hate I have poured into these letters
I give to you a dose of unpublished literature
The first few, of a long list
Of reasons why I hate this
This loud-house monstrosity
With sawdust immoralities
And dangerous fatalities.
A large enough corporation,
With growing clients
From various nations.
This epidemic plague
That we so call
High School."
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(Classy) Rhymes
Poetry"I can't quite contain All the things in my brain So I let them out to see If demons can truly be free". - Excerpt from poem.13 Well then, enjoy (I hope) this assortment of my (original) poems. Don't take them without permission, please. And, well...
