Popular Kids

Just something I'd love to tell the seniors in my school...I mean, my masters...ugh...

 

Popular Kids

Popular boy,

I’m not interested in you.

You’re such a dork with your fake tan,

And you probably listen to boy bands.

And I see you write girls numbers on you hands.

You’re a loser to me,

And I don’t love you like she.

To me,

You’ll always be a wannabe.

 

You think you’re so cool,

Looking me up and down like that, thinking your better.

You know what your problem is?

The ego tied all in your hair,

Wrapped around your pants,

Looped in and out of your shoes…

It’s too tight,

And I bet you can’t breath.

Some people are ment to handle something that big,

And sorry hun,

But you are not one of them.

So stop while you’re ahead and take a look around.

These are all the innocent people you’ve hurt,

By constantly making fun of them,

Calling them losers,

Failures at life,

A waste of human flesh.

If you ask me,

You’re the loser,

The failure,

And a waste of my time.