Poetry 31

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I laugh at how they act,
They act like they're everything,
They call us losers cause they don't know how we spend our Friday nights,
We spend them parting, drinking, smoking and what nit and all they do is sit there and play cards,
Well they don't know that we skip class and smoke in the bathroom,
Yet they call them selves the true bad asses,
Ya right,
But who cares were the ones with all the stories.

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