My DayA Poem by Cameron KoontzA cynical poem
I freeze from the cold
The bus smells like mold This routine is getting a little old I go to the school Breakfast is cruel Sitting at a table just to play cool First half of the day goes on the same way I'm everybody's b***h, I do what they say After that comes lunch I have a little munch I tried my little carton of fruit punch I trudge through part Two Nothings really new The interesting parts are just too few I arrive at home I write this poem And then I give up
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