Listen to the gossip queens
Talking about their latest victim,
"Nick loves you."
"Ew, he's such a creeper!"
"I know, right?"

See the cold stares of those
Who used to be friends.
One day they're besties,
The next day-enemies.

So and so and whoever4ever,
Carved on the lunch tables
Under the arms of fake baked girls,
Talking about nothing.

Hear the clock tick tick away
And the sour greetings from those hiding tired eyes
Behind the dull tan color vibe
Of iced caps and locker doors.
And be afraid of finding the wrong pair of eyes.

Late passes and math homework
Clutter the floor, kicked around
By the occasional class skipper.

The overwhelming smell of Axe
Wafts through the hall.
Smells odd, almost nice,
But a bit sanitized.
Floating with the smell
Are jokes, laughter, and liars.
 
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