OrderA Poem by stargirl23Double space, black font, Times New Roman, size 12. Don’t disrupt the order, otherwise there will be hell. Go on green, slow at yellow, stop at red. If there is no order, then our values are all dead. Bell rings, go to class, bell rings, sit down. In making society stable, order takes the crown. Order keeps us together, until we enter a world nether. But order confines us, makes us animals on a tether. © 2016 stargirl23 |
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