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I

the one

who sits in back of class

never talk, smile, or glare

Just an empty look

eyes glazed over

staring through it all

seeing everything and nothing

motions stiff like a robot

I snapped



Taking a stand and righting this wrong

i walked out of the classroom singing a song

My clothes came off with just a tug

im running in my birthday suit

i asked my crush if i could get a hug

and after all of that

i was taken away

now in a padded room

do i have to pay ?



All i did was right the wrong

instead of sitting in class

day after day

assignment, homework, report

coming home to a bland meal

i escaped



I got off on temporary insanity

now im dancing around the community

picking up trash in unity

with all my other pals

who snapped just like me



after this we have to go back to school

once more becoming zombies

in a neverending cycle

of meaningless tasks

that rot our minds

crush our dreams

and leave us

all washed up

UNTIL !



Once again we snap

and fight crap

of this system

of maniacs

who are on the attack

old men with walkers

hunched over backs

making our laws

jailing us up

until i get a saw

that came in a cake

that my mom did bake

and now once again

i make my escape !!