BunkingA Poem by EnigmaBunking school... lolzSneaking around doorways Our swiftness is our tool The objective is to breakaway From the boring classes of school The dead stories of english The puzzled questions of math The twisted words of science Our principle's wrath Pushing each other forward Urging others to join Making bets with the scared Flipping a fateful coin Cracking jokes and pranks But keeping our voices low We feel overstimulated As we creep down the floors below So exciting and fun-filled And so totally cool Our days never get over Unless we bunk the school... © 2009 EnigmaAuthor's Note
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