Dear School Administration,
Why do you take my body paint, my megaphone, and my wig?
My build up of happiness is instantly snapped like a twig.
You all clamor for school spirit and participation, is that not so?
Then why, when I do what you say, do you tell me no?
"Get loud! Get rowdy! Root for your team!
But make sure you use your inside voices, we don't want you to scream."
A school-spirited student, is that not what you want me to be?
So why don't you quit treating me like a slave, and unchain me?