Frosted Cookies
Frosted cookies, frosted cookies
Tasty, they may be
I would like my cookies
Frosted only by me
My classmates see
That the frosting indeed is ill,
But that does not quell its appeal
My classmates talk out habit
From their speech join in this gambit
I am not content
With their consent
Of other people
Their discontent
Has been sent
And illness be quadripled
They're blind to see
What the future be
With this negativity
I wish to change
this estrange
From my beloved friends
So i can see that they do not meet their ends
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