67 Let Me Go Poem by Stella Turtle

I hear 67 everyday
It never goes away
Teachers hate it
Students hate it

I am guilty of my own crime
It's been a year and it's still in it's prime
I might be addicted
I don't know what to do, I'm conflicted

It's stuck in my brain
It's using it as a cane
My hands go up and down
I have the crown

If I hear it
I explode
It's like a never leaving zit
I can't get rid of it

My dad has started to say it with me
It's grown out my millennial dad
It stings like a bee
I need it to flee

I can't do it anymore
It like a disease
Let me go