This is a poem I wrote about the every day life of high school students. Enjoy.

At eight the bell rings And the classes will see Many hundreds of teens in complete misery. The lockers start closing in the halls Signaling the lurkers, against the walls The time has come, and now they must pay For staying up all night doing nothing but play. The final bell rings the teachers come out To tell the students what the day is about. They have multiple choices As to what their voice is, …

…three dollars will be gone If its pizza this day that students hope to feed on. Laughing and eating are now a norm, Much like the atmosphere of a college dorm Fifth period is quiet, And deadly as well, As an after lunch nap Could mean for your grade ... not well. Now, dear comrades, the battle is over, And after six periods of torture have come and gone Our daily afternoon lives will go on