Rules
I can sense an abnormal stain in my presence
Two girls not listed on my roster
With a peculiar choice in perfume,
It is sad that I must consume
Their stench when I perform morning duties
Their voices leave an echo in the air
Those two girls talking loudly in the garden
With diction, vulgar and crass
They burn with sass and a lack of class
So I must quickly handle the situation
I step out of my car and onto school grounds
The students all greet me in respect
As one should with a council member
But that malodorous pair
Approach without a care
And demand confrontation
They shout that I ‘bind them with rules’
That my ‘morals are stupid’
And I cannot help but feel insulted
They try to intimidate
But I don’t discriminate
In who deserves a lesson or two
I allow them a word
A rather wasted choice
And they swear that I’ve made school ‘boring’
They say ‘school should be fun’
But by then, I was done
With listening to them anymore
I beg your pardon, you two
I realize that this may be difficult for
Low-IQ bottom feeders to understand
But there is only one way
To stop the moral decay
Of a school plagued with rampant debauchery
And that way is with strict school rules!
A standardized uniform!
And a new ideology to match!
Exemplary behavior
And Civil Favor
Will save us from this tide of anarchy!
The essence of true beauty
Lies in the rules of the strong
Who make rules for a better world
This is an absolute fact
So clean up your act
Or prepare to lose and fall.
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