When I go to school,
I see them, the cool,
The ones out the back,
The ones on crack,

The pushers of nerds,
The killers of birds,
Without a care,
No moment to spare,

But secrets they hold,
The weak and bold,
They're lonely and scared,
They tease the visually impaired,

Without their posse,
Or the glossy,
Without their 'friends',
Their group ends.