Corey Fauchon

Rookie (2/10/1991 / Newcastle, NSW, Australia)

School Pressure - Poem by Corey Fauchon

You stop me from perfection
You take all the attention
You act all gentle and nice
You couldn't hurt the mice

You always kick, push & punch
You enjoy the sound of a crunch
You pick on us, Only we are weak
We have someone you should meet

He might be very small
But it will hurt you a lot more
You had you're last warning
You have one last morning

You will be totally unaware
After all, we must take care
No doubt you will be scared
But you know, you will not be spared

You will see only a hole
But this one is no goal
You will be in an empty room
Then there will be a puddle of maroon

After the first shot
I realised what I got
I got what I feared most
I HAD KILLED THE HOST! !


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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 21, 2009



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