Clouds poetry

The hell h o l e

The slap of a deck of cards landing on

The outside of my knuckles whip lash from

forgotten homework punch me in the face

After a moment the skin burns and itches

Like how students brains itches them to solve

A math problem the teacher wrote on the board

Some even forgotten how to spell their name

Some students dozed them selves malicious gossip

Eating every rumor which results in their heads

getting swollen minute by minute soon ready to–

Pop Like a ballon causing a women's sack to burst

The baby's coming, make way! life holding it into

The arms fragile for now but not for long

The quite kid in the corner of the front class window

Trying to attain him self from slapping the flies and

the mosquitos who go around buzzing landing–

Leaving vomit on his desk a ball of crushed paper reads

Loser–

Looking behind him like he sees nothing but trash

Is the typical cliche himself ack bad boy

Sometimes school havoc such a explosion in your

Veins some people take things to far wanting you

To commit arson walking away with a Evil grinned

On your face but arson= the building on fire+the

humans die= the innocent that goes ahhh and we don't–

Want that.

-ashes poetry