School CountdownOn Sunday when I couldn’t sitSchool Countdown by BackwardsGray
I decided to compile a list
About why I hate school
With a very clenched fist.
1, the top of my list is homework
papers making a smirk
At me, why do you exist
I don’t know how I get by with all my guesswork.
To those people who are always
If you don’t move over; I’ll hurt you in so many ways.
3, next are the teachers
those vile creatures
Always willing to blow their own trumpets
And then they get angry when their class is full of sleepers.
4, when it comes to tests and this is true
To actually pass, how can I pull through
I can’t stand those who cheat
But who am I kidding, I do it too.
5, to you couples, I insist
Nobody cares about that person you last kissed
I could go on about how much I dislike you, but you get the gist.
6, let’s be real about bathroom breaks
School staff just like to raise the stakes
To make sure you’re late
Do they realize how long going to the restroom takes?
thorns and recipe books don't matchthorns and recipe books don't matchthorns and recipe books don't match by deaxx
i met him at a party.
he was drunk,
talking about how he met
"that girl reeked of disappointment
she liked talking and
she thought i was sick
and i laughed because
she was right"
he used to be a rose but lost
his petals along the way
he kept his thorns from his rose-life though,
"they are useful", he said
she used to be blank,
then she became a recipe book
people use for a while
but only for a few guidelines
"it's not really a good recipe book", they say
no one took her seriously
and no one needed her for more than three times
her rules were okay for a bit of help
but not okay for being followed
when i first met her,
there were flowers in her eyes
and she was smiling so brightly
you'd never guess she thought
"humans are snakes and they scare me greatly"
when they collided, they
soon had to realise how
a recipe book
and left-overs of a rose
no matter how abstractly
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