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So why is school, life And life, school Born for elementary To learn to count the numbers, Memorize the letters of the alphabet And work the way up to the Table Stacked with multiplication Problems Just to climb to Middle school With snobby little ******* Their prissy little Cliques— That make or break you, Decide your fate And high school Tries to even out the awkwardness, With the cloud of the Future Hanging over your head And still studying For what, well, You’re not quite sure To grow up: End up working at A job that Churns your stomach; Curls your extended fingers and Stretched palms Into fists To walk on with an Empty face And stare into the eyes of many Empty People, trudging along With the same education As you.
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
All the Empty Faces
So why is school, life And life, school Born for elementary To learn to count the numbers, Memorize the letters of the alphabet And work the way up to the Table Stacked with multiplication Problems Just to climb to Middle school With snobby little ******* Their prissy little Cliques— That make or break you, Decide your fate And high school Tries to even out the awkwardness, With the cloud of the Future Hanging over your head And still studying For what, well, You’re not quite sure To grow up: End up working at A job that Churns your stomach; Curls your extended fingers and Stretched palms Into fists To walk on with an Empty face And stare into the eyes of many Empty People, trudging along With the same education As you.
lilah-raethe
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:23 PM UTC
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