Parody of the Real World
Sitting in computer class,sitting on my own,
glancing at the ticking clock,
watching letters roam.
Words and pictures;
colors and frames;
tables, fonts, and their names.
Flip flops on the carpet floor,
windows open for space.
Room next door, black as pitch.
Every asshole, every bitch.
In this confinement,
in these walls,
No future for me,
when I'm here at all.
Everything's brighter on the other side,
All the hate drawn out from inside.
It all spawned from here;
hating class
hating school
hating them
hating her.
No matter how peaceful one is;
no matter the battles they win:
they have some hate they keep inside
crawling from within
Out their souls
out their throats,
through their mouths,
creating noise.
Hear it? Hear it?
Lies and toil,
Hear it? Hear it?
Well, I refuse to.
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