The Bad One Poem by Phil McDonnell

Why does the school need to be so fricken large.
Walking through these halls leaves me out of breath.
The hall is so big I could fit a barge.
I just don’t get it. Does that kid have meth?
Wait no, not meth. Just a large bag of salt.
We don’t have drugs here we have condiments.
And if someone drops your book it’s your fault.
A noticeable lack of compliments.
Permeates the germ infested air.
I’m always ready for a round of strep.
Two tongue locked kids, a really ugly pair.
With people worried about stupid rep.
But this is fine it could always be worse.
Something something Ceder Creek.