My biggest fear-

On a drowsy Monday,

8 a.m. math class

My eyes are closing,

My stomach's churning,

Gas station breakfast burritos again.

I drift off

But suddenly, it happens.

Resonating in my plastic chair,

My classmates faces scrunched up in pain.

The stench, oh the stench!

Like sulphur and road kill.

I'm not getting asked to prom.