High school is a prison
guards march the halls
watching us like hawks
waiting to ****** us up
for any transgression
we just scuttle along
with our heads down low
High school is a prison
bells ringing sharp as knives
telling us where we can go
and when we can go there
we line up for meager food
it's time for lunch now
hope I don't get poisoned
Part two of two high school related poems.