The walls are a peeling desecration
Hallways stink of pee.
Half the students on probation
The wrestlers have STD’s.
Asbestos in the ventilation
Anthrax in the air
Merely avoid all inhalation
your lungs just might be spared.
A putrid fungus coats the ceilings,
Yellow, blue and green,
Mold runs rampant, filth congealing
Foreign to hygiene!
The campus stench will send you reeling
You can’t keep your lunch down…
Then again, lunch seems less appealing
When it still moves around.
There’s no refuge no protection
from the filth and scum
The only way to avoid infection
Is to never come.....
Author notes
Work in progress, there are 5 verses that I had written in the original, but they were lost, so I am rebuilding.
Written August 20th, 2004
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Lol good job it was very funny!nice nice job!
Danielle -
haha this was good and it was funny ... my school fairly new so i dont have to deal with all that good stuff... like bad air... but i can relate due to my old school being like that... it sucked!!!! i liked the poem keep up the writing!
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I think you go 2 my school cause that's what it's like here!! School is a putrid prison. An excuse for adults to legally torture us. And then they give us homework to torture us when we are at home! I think all the parents just want to get rid of us during the day and the government agreed and that's why we have school. I love this poem!
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Hehe, funeeee, reminds me of my own alma mater and a government saying that "the university doesn't look so bad after all!" (Which is a blatant lie). How desperate can you be to eat at the mensa? Desperate, very desperate. And you never do it again. *laughs* I really like that one, will check back to see if you added something!
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