Studyhall
Whiteboards and blue
Tarantulas too
Musical ties
Full of white lies
Effort, Respect, and Honesty
Nobody cares
A scruffy beard he wears
Yet time races
We, of no places
Roll eyes and dream of prophecy
Dressed as you taste
The papers we waste
It's all routine
He makes our fangs glean
The flag is so easy to snatch
Drawing in ink
Oh, the things you can think
Taunting with verses
Why not rain us with curses?
They'd be much more fun to catch.
~Katie
(P.S. Yeah, it doesn't really have any form or pattern.)
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