“Can we open the windows, please?”
“No, no, no, never!”
“But why not?”
“Don’t you realize- we’re frying you to eat!”
“Why would you do that?”
“Fried human flesh is sooo sweet…”
“…Can we open the door?”
“…Well…only a crack!”
“YAAAAY!”
“HEY! I SAID A CRACK! DOOR STAYS CLOSED!”
“Awwww maaaan…”
“Can I go get-”
“No.”
“-a drink of water?”
“NEVER.”
“But I’m frying!”
CRUNCH. “Hmm… not nearly enough. Back to your seat.”
“Can we have a water war?”
“NO!”
“Why not?”
“THIS IS AN OVE- A CLASSROOM!”
Splat. “Hey, what’s…” Splat, splat.
“IT’S RAINING!”
“EVERYBODY OUTSIDE!”
“NO! GET BACK HERE!”
“WAHOOOOOOO!”
“YOU’RE ALL EXPELLED!”
Author notes
THIS IS WHAT THE SCHOOL IS DOING TO US: (which inspired the poem)
1) In the summer, there's no air conditioning.
2) In the winter, there's no heat.
3) And currently, when we're getting back to summer again, THEY WON'T OPEN THE FREAKIN WINDOWS!
And meanwhile, in the office, it is always. I repeat: ALWAYS. The perfect temperature.
They are trying to kill us all.
Written May 24th, 2006
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hahahahaha! we KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!
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Damnit they found us out. I can't believe these tasty little morsels found out our master plan. How are we going to defer their attention. I think we need a newer more advanced video game to zombify them. Myspace just isn't enough any more. We need to................wait a minute..............is this going to be viewable by the public..................I sure hope not.............I think it will erase it if I press this button right he............
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its true they are...i hate school. interesting format, not really a poem or a story...but i like it. kudos
gracie
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