My poetry

School spirit song J

School spirit, I can’t hear it. Our football team, what a dream, they can barley tie their shoes, and will kill themselves if they lose. Who cares about those stares, forget the system, but how can you resist them? I’ve got worse things to worry about than how my hair looks, like you know, those things called books?

We’re the youth of our nation, the devils finest creation, and yet I’m ashamed of my generation. No one has a mind of their own, they all have to be shown how to dress, how to act. Everyone deserves to be whacked on the back of the head, to be shown that they don’t have to be a clone of Eminem or Brittany Spears. Cheer, cheer, and cheer for your own team, I’m saving my breath for one last scream.

Sometimes I sit and think about the scheme of things. Where do I fit into this tainted waste land of lost brain cells? Have I been released from some sort of witches spell, so that I alone may see the true triviality in everyone and everything around me?

Words of wisdom carry me on, from the lips of great minds their words relieve me of cursing the moron spawn. Live and let live is something people do less and less often. I’ll soften the blow and sweeten the sting for those who don’t know. The girl who refuses to help build homecoming floats, and the boy who stands around and quotes from les miserables don’t want your school spirit and don’t have any of their own! For all it’s worth as I end this song, I respect your spirit, though I loathe it and think its wrong.