School’s great. I *love* waking up early
to sit through hours of stuff I’ll forget.
Lunch? A gourmet mystery I’ll never solve.
Tests? Oh, the thrill of failing with style.
Group projects? Sure, I’ll do it all.
What’s not to love?
Posted in response to the challenge Humor.
How did we get here?
With a man who lies
and stirs the storm,
who turns hate into headlines
and power into a joke.
There’s a squishy feeling, like your fingers
pressed into soft dough,
the way your body sinks
into the warm, endless bed of a blanket.
We clash like stones along the shore,
Rough and stubborn, fighting more,
In every word, in every glance,
A storm ignites, a battle dance.
Comments
btw, I did this for a challenge. I love school, for real (I’m a self proclaimed nerd). :)
I love this! The irony is amazing and I love how it connects to the reader - it's relatable and humorous. Well done! :) <3
thank youuu
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