High School - Poem by Crystal Pierce
High school the worst thing ever!
I wouldn't wish for it. Never.
Take me from this stink bucket.
I can't take it!
Why did anyone ever invent this?
Why would anyone find this as bliss?
it's not cool.
Goodness grief what's up with the homework!
Maybe some of us just want just want to turn up and twerk!
This is a heck load to do I need a break!
This is to much, for goodness sakes!
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