Fri, 11/06/2015 - 09:39 -- rirrif

There’s an underbelly of this school

Not where the cool kids rule

I’m starting to think they run the place

Like some all powerful alien race

Some represent a pool of sludge

I blame it on their hideous pudge

I’m drowning in a sea of camo

I'm praying that they don’t have ammo

This poem is about: 
My community
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