Underbelly

November 6, 2015

There’s an underbelly of this school

Not where the cool kids rule

I’m starting to think they run the place

Like some all powerful alien race

Some represent a pool of sludge

I blame it on their hideous pudge

I’m drowning in a sea of camo

I'm praying that they don’t have ammo

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