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High School Blues


The other students make me insane

their silly words worm into my brain,

bringing it to a state of such mush

That I may as well be smoking kush


 

The teachers they distract,

so that from the lessons they detract

spinning silly stories and outrageous lies,

giving a pointless glimpse to their personal lives.


 

Truly, I want to learn

For some intellegence and wisdom I yearn

I'd be ecstatic over a good discussion,

but listening to these kids gives me a concussion


 

I'm ready to get out of here!

Find somewhere to kick it to high gear

Leaving, getting away from this place,

thats the path I want my steps to trace

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Something About Me: Through the years I've learned this path has many turns Ups and downs, it spins around And sometimes brings me tears But no matter what, My eyes are never shut And happily, I look forward For what is next to come

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