Highschool

Sitting here the room is spinning,

My listening ears have started quitting.

My mind has gone all askew,

The pencil has yet to start anew.

The payout is grand,

Yet I can astand,

The mind is a trick,

The brain is a prick.

A skill untaught,

Will make most rot.

We do our best,

Never rest.

Point A to E,

Always forgetting B, C, and D.

There was a sound,

So big and loud.

A wave and a voice,

A scream without choice.

Looking up to see,

My friend looking at me with glee.

The echo of a bell,

A quiet tell.

The day is done,

Ready for fun.

A leap and hop,

A bump and a stop.

The door is there,

Standing bare.

Another step,

Away I crept.

Freedom is here,

Give it a cheer.

Until the morning,

Comes without warning.

And over again the room starts spinning,

And the listening ears start quitting.

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