There's this boy in my math class
He doesn't talk, he doesn't interact
He sits in the back, to my left
He likes doodling
He spoke to me once
He looked me in the eye once
His eyes are blue
Nice to know

There's this boy in my science class
He doesn't speak, he doesn't socialize
He sits in the back, to my right
He was playing music on his phone once
He likes loud things
Nice to know

There's this boy in my French class
He only speaks in that class
He asks me questions a lot in that class
He called me beautiful in French once
That was nice to hear

There was this boy in my PE class
He wasn't that fast cause he kept up with me
He liked to talk to me in PE class
He liked to talk to me
That was nice to know

There's this boy I knew
He only spoke to me
He didn't socialize without me
That was dependable

There is this boy
Rotting 6 feet underground
He doesn't speak
He doesn't move
He doesn't breathe
That wasn't nice to know

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I dont like roses, never did, the color isn't even that nice of a shade of red honestly, and why a thorn? How can my hand love that? That is just not for me, I'd rather hold a sunflower. But does that mean a rose is hideous? No. I just don't agree with the expectation others assume it should be praised at. But I still can see how someone could find beauty in that rose I'd never like to hold.

Breathe in

It's just one or two

Yes it may be a sin

No one will care

They fake it

Yes there there

Pretend a bit

You don’t matter

Cry it out alone

Grab that ladder

Grab your phone

Call the people who are fake

For goodness sake

People don’t care so go

Stop saying no

Let go

Does anyone ever hear you

Do they know how low

They say coo

They don’t know

They act

Who cares so

This is all a fact

You have no skin left

You’ve cut it all up

Everyone has left

No one cares what’s up

What’s one more cut

Breathe out

I flew over to his land
With a rifle in my hand.
They told me who to shoot
I shot him, that’s the truth.
They said he threatened me
So, I responded violently
Now the foreigner I found
Is resting under the ground.

From thousands of miles away
Our leaders raised us all this way
To either invade or just pillage
Every hamlet and village
Where an enemy might hide,
To crush them with our stride.
If they had children in the street
To stomp them with our feet.

The child might carry bombs
So, ****** them with aplomb
Because anybody there I see
Might be a sneaky enemy.
That they are fighting for freedom
Fails to be seen as wisdom.
After all, we are sparkly white
And that means we are right.

Besides, the rich people at home
Especially in the Capitol Dome
Have us to understand the fact
That no matter how weak they act
They are a threat to all we own
So, we can’t just leave them alone
As we demand others do to us.
We can destroy them with no fuss.

We are the right and perfect children
Of a God that in His perfect wisdom
That sees fit to have leaders destroy
Each animal, man, woman, girl and boy.
The same as that God told King Saul
We must continue to do over all.
Even if we don’t understand the book
We worry about how it would look.

Can we, a righteous Christian land
Let things get so out of hand
That they might prosper and we fail?
No, we ****, ****** or put into jail
Anyone who does not fully agree.
Thus we can behave unilaterally
To force others to do our will
Even if it’s innocents we have to ****.

So I came here with many others
To shoot, bomb and burn out mothers
And fathers and children and crops
And decimate this country without stop.
Because we are the righteous ones
And that is why this war was begun.
Not because some leader needed war.
They told us this is not was it is for.

The accountants can show us numbers
For materiel like fuel, cars and lumber
And how the industrial industry profits
Then insist protests are to scoff at.
They insist only our leaders have the wisdom
To decide who will end up with freedom
They were the ones choose at will
Who they sent me here to ****.