Like a circus

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Ugh for real?

This bus smells like eel...

Adolescents sit in the seats

chewing gum while listening to their beats.

 

This place is so ratchet,

I want to chop down the, "Swag Tree," with a hatchet.

People say I'm lame, but I don't walk the hall of shame.

Ignoring their quizzes, grades, and tests,

I don't plan to be a super senior like the rest.

 

Teacher's, "pests," not pets

think they're better than all the rest.

But copying and cheating on all these tests,

will only leave you in a mess,

of mass destruction you should know,

that high school is nothing more than a show.

Of clowns and hooligans running around

with painted smiles on their frowns.

 

Like a circus moving from tent to tent,

being criticized by the ring leader for being different.

Hilarious though, none of this matters

it's just a show that only some can act out

while others get choked out.

 

But don't flatter yourself honey,

because you weren't born with that seed

of ambition to succeed.

And only the ones you thought were your deed

and that you pretended to care about with your greed

are the ones who truly succeed.

Because they do have that seed

and it's guaranteed that they will

grow into a bigger tree than you will ever be.

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