That little gay slytherin
Tied my laces together.
And then I was trippin.
As I strayed from the right
He kept on the left  
And put a little reason in my heart
To see what people can do without knowing.
Then something dripped.
The rip of a dart.

That place.  That you can like
But I can hate
I hate it in the middle
The rulers give so much to ask
And we are in a pickle
There are people who are rude
And people who cause you stress
And there’s nothing you can do about it
Or else they will beat you and pound you with hateful spit , in a mess