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Click hereSchool is where you learn all the meaningless stuff you know. You go down the hallway with the skateboarder riding on their side. You notice all the gang members with their colors and bandanas on and their bling bling on. And they were packing heat, that is they were packing hot and cold packs from the fights they always lose.
When you got to lunch after the boring class, you were made to choose either one of two poisons, the rattle snake or the spider venom. Most of the time you were lucky to die from it.
You would finsh the last class of the day with the daily routine of taking apart your guns and learning how to put it back together before you ran out of time, or be shot. You would finsh the school day with a drag race just out side of the school with the teachers betting who would win.
Then if you were alive still by the end of the school day, you would go home to be shot.
Well, this seemed more like a short essay rather than a poem, but still managed to accurately describe the downfall of today's education system.
That's why I had my kids in home school!
The poem ~ needs refinement, unless it is a rant
which in either case this was a vivid account
of the school system in the big shitty (city)