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Do it.


Do it.

You know you want to.

That kid in the back of the class who never stops talking.

The girls who’s desk is right next to your but yet she never stops gossiping.

That group of kids who bully the “nerdy boy” in the corner.

Call them what they are. Punks...

No! Call them worse.

Because they are.

Smack them I won’t blame you.

Bring back the ruler smacking. I’ll stay hush.

If they don’t put their phone away smash it with a hammer in the tech room.

If they don’t take their hood off get some scissors and ‘snip’.

They don’t listen to you don’t listen to them.

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