Viva la Vida
It’s time to go to hell,
Get there before the bell.
Don’t follow me so closely
I get angry, mostly.
Dreaming in class ‘bout skunks,
This illness has me in a funk.
It’s such a confusing dream
I don’t get what it means.
Speaking with no direction
Including ideas of percfection.
Lunch fills my life with thought
About dirty idea’s I’ve got.
The day is over but I stay
In a class full of play.
Speaking of snakes, O MY!
That black mamba can kill a guy
I end my day with a call
To the one I see in the halls,
But never get a chance to kiss
Despite it being my only wish
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