These slates are stuck in class
Play-pretending a session
Of truth and its spoofs
Under an umbrella
Against the falling lollipops
And stormy brown sugar hale
Forget these mundane hours
Stuck in a rut of stupid days
We’re better, we will rise;
These lessons are copy-righted
By our previous souls
We are horrified
But we’re incredible
We did what Life did
And not what Life said
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