Something About Nothing

May the sun kiss you

With unconditional love from the universe

On one condition though:

I'm from the sun so

I'm still heating up

Please keep me cool

While the nerds is beating up

Cool kids from school

The revenge of the geeks is the

Cringe of the tools

Come to think of it, speaking of

School, said I was black

They said I'm not street enough

Times moving too fast

Because I'm not keeping up

Some friends think I'm a genius

No one else thinks I'm deep enough

Either way, if it's trash,

Is it my job to clean it up?

May the..sun kiss you

With unconditional

Love from the universe

On one condition though:

I’m from the sun so

I’m still heating up

Please keep me cool

While the nerds is beating up

Cool kids from school

Did I really repeat that?

Guess it’s what I do

No originals these days

Jocking all of my swag

But I got it on eBay

Looking at it like that

Well I guess you can have it

Really not a big deal

Just don’t make it a habit

Meanwhile the nerds just took over the school

They got rid of the rules by majority rule

Threw a chair out the window just to show that they’re cool

Watch as history repeats now

The cycle is cruel

I fell asleep on my desk

In a puddle of drool

Woke up relieved of stress

But in a world of trouble

I missed another class on

Something About Nothing

This poem is about: 
My community

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