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They badgered me, berated me. They beat me and they hated me. They seemed to want me to die Too soon, then, so did I. I was different, and that was the reason. Too many saw that as a form of treason. I had to adhere to the boundaries That were set for us artificially They had no reference to reality; More to some kind of elite tyranny. And, I still find it horribly strange That very little has changed. The rules are still very much Incredibly socially out of touch. Strive to be elite or be beaten And ultimately, almost literally eaten By the swarm of mindless fools That go on defending the rules That allow children to be thugs And, come to school to sell drugs; That let the criminals escape And, turn a blind eye to **** And abuse and battering But keep the ******** clattering At PTA, school board and council meetings More concerned with politics Than the real-time subjects Such as kids afraid of attending Because the battlefield is never ending.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
DING **** SCHOOL
They badgered me, berated me. They beat me and they hated me. They seemed to want me to die Too soon, then, so did I. I was different, and that was the reason. Too many saw that as a form of treason. I had to adhere to the boundaries That were set for us artificially They had no reference to reality; More to some kind of elite tyranny. And, I still find it horribly strange That very little has changed. The rules are still very much Incredibly socially out of touch. Strive to be elite or be beaten And ultimately, almost literally eaten By the swarm of mindless fools That go on defending the rules That allow children to be thugs And, come to school to sell drugs; That let the criminals escape And, turn a blind eye to **** And abuse and battering But keep the ******** clattering At PTA, school board and council meetings More concerned with politics Than the real-time subjects Such as kids afraid of attending Because the battlefield is never ending.
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
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