Running from my problems,
I watch blurs straddle the walls.
See faces laughing,
And melt into the surrounding.
It was funny though,
She fell right on her ass.
Know your consequences
Before you answer life wrong.
Understand how many jocks
You have to outrun
Until your justice is served
First class, on a silver plate,
With a black eye and a lowered IQ,
for successfully tripping a cheerleader.
Scream to your public
It’s nice to have known them,
But today is quite possibly your last
And so was the laugh.
Run away,
Run away,
you might feel like giving up,
But the door is ten yards away.
Your lunch is ready to reappear,
But the door is two feet away.
Oh crap.
You tripped a cheerleader.

 
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