Cool School
You know I don't understand the purpose of school,
All it is, is people trying to act cool.
Some of these people actually think they're funny,
And preps make me puke saying "Hug me, honey."
I wish we had a differend school for each click.
Mine would be the coolest, with paper you can lick.
The food would be laced with acid and weed.
Everyone would look forward for our time to feed.
The library would be full of books on drugs.
There would be no preps giving hugs.
Old druggies is what our teachers would be
And during class we would drink shroom tea
There would be trippy designs painted on the walls.
That everyone would observe as they walk down the halls.
Something would be peirced on everyone's body,
And there would be earring dispensers right by the potty.
There would be no pledge to be said,
If we wanted, we could go to bed.
We'd still have flags, to watch them spin,
No one would care who commited sin.
Yes this school really would be cool,
But it will never happen, cuz they find it nescessary to have more than one rule.
© by Nicole Piazza
