floods
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Dead People In The Bathroom
Mama’s in prison,
why ain’t she here?
There’s dead people
in the bathroom
and a rat over there.
The water kept rising,
My friends and I were talking about flooding the school,
Our teachers over heard us and didn't think that was cool.
Sadly school is so cruel.
I guess I'm just a tool,
I must be a fool,
Rivers, made of streets, rushed by;rising higherthrough the night.
Houses crumbled to the ground;people lost anddead were found.
