High School
Twenty-five hundred
In space for fifteen
White dust on everything
From a floor never cleaned
Bodies glancing off others
Without a second thought
Loud words, loud faces
A girl in the corner, distraught
So this is high school?
The best years of our lives
Or so we’re told
Along with all the other lies
In the classroom still the same
The teacher’s words no one hears
All busy thinking about the weekend
How they’re gonna get their beer
The girls fix their make-up
Guys dream about a car
They never grew past seventh grade
It’s a wonder they’re allowed this far
So this is high school?
A grand education
In conformity and
Lack of imagination
At lunch a kid sits alone
At a table made for eight to ten
People walking around
Looking for a chair to sit in
No one in line seems to care
That there are thirty more
People in front of them
Than two minutes before
So this is high school?
Where we spend our time
Preparing for "real life"
Learning how to fall in line
-Erika Salomon
