We have broken all the blackboards
so the teachers cannot write.
We have painted all the toilets black
and all the lockers white.
We have torn up all the math books
and we’ve locked the school’s front door.
There won’t be school no more.
Glory, glory hallelujah!
School is closed now, what’s it to ya?
There won’t be no more homework
and there won’t be no more tests.
There won’t be school no more.

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I Love Me
I took myself out on a date
and said I’m looking grand,
and when I got my courage up
I asked to hold my hand.
I took me to a restaurant
and then a movie show.
I put my arm around me
in the most secluded row.
I whispered sweetly in my ear
of happiness and bliss,
and then I almost slapped me
when I tried to steal a kiss.
Then afterwards I walked me home
and since I’m so polite
I thanked me for a perfect date
and wished myself goodnight.
There’s just one little problem
and it kind of hurts my pride.
Myself would not invite me in
so now I’m locked outside!

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I feel like a clown
thats why I’m so down
this is not any fun
because you weigh a ton.
I do not like you
because you are a piece of poo.

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Its funny how hello is always accompanied with good-bye
Its funny how remembering good memories can make you cry
Its funny how forever never seems to really last
Its funny how much you’d lose if you forgot your past
Its funny how friends can just leave you when you’re down
Its funny how when you need someone there never around
Its funny how people can change and think there so much betta
Its funny how many lies can be packed into one love letta
Its funny how people can forgive even tho they cant forget
Its funny how one night can catain of so much regret
Its funny how crazy and ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all is that none of that seems funny to me

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I Am Suffocating,
And I Just Need To Breathe.
I’m Smothered Under Pressure,
I Must Be Relieved.
Nothing I Do Is Right,
Nothing I Say Is Fair,
I Cry And Scream And Throw A Fit,
But No One Seems To Care.
Nobody Will Listen,
To What I Have To Say.
My Life Isn’t Important,
Yet I’m Living Everyday.
I Can’t Do What I Want,
I Can’t Stay Out Late.
Here I Sit And Write
This Poem To Release My Pain And Hate.
I’m Confused And I’m Alone,
I’m Lost Inside My Mind.
No One Will Search Beyond My Looks,
To See What They Might Find.
None Of It Makes Sense,
None Of This Seems Real.
And No One Will Understand,
The Emotions That I Feel.

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My father, he sat on a chair,
For sitting he has quite flair.
But the chair it went crack,
He fell flat on his back.
I’d have laughed, but I just didn’t dare.

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My Foolish Dog
My dog is quite hip
Except when he takes a dip
He looks like a fool
when he jumps in the pool
and reminds me of a sinking ship

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Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater’s been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or–
Huh? You say it’s mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!