High School

by x Mo x   Aug 23, 2007


Big scary seniors
Walking the halls.
The annoying bell rings
As the sophmore falls.

Juniors just there
To get in the way
As poor little "sqaushmores"
Try to survive the day.

Class after class.
Hour after hour.
The day passes so slow
You slowly lose power.

Terrified little teens,
And big scary ones.
Dang juniors just in the way
Taking all the fun.

A part of life
Thats not so cool.
A child prison that
We call Hgh school.

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