Homeroom

Sun, 04/03/2016 - 19:02 -- kharms

The room is all panic

Thre are chairs in the air

The room has become chaos

There's bubbe-gum in people's hair

 

The world is flying round and round

Can I get out of here?

I need to somehow escape

Is there an exit near?

 

I beg of you please

I need to go

I cannot survive this room

I'll send you to the principal's you know

 

Stop throwing paper

Stop shooting spitballs at me

Can someone tell me when the bell rings?

Oh no, it's not 'til three!

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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