School

Time ticks.

The clock turns round and round.

Bell rings

what’s that sound?

Next class.

Scribble some notes.

Time for a test,

breathe, don’t choke.

You did it, 

finished the exam,

Be happy,

you didn’t even cram.

But don’t cheer yet

you’ve got another one soon.

This place, my god, 

Makes anyone feel like a loon. 

 

This poem is about: 
My community

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