The first bell rings. That girl, the one whose hair is dyed, the one who always sings. She walks into class. The looks she receives are crass. What is her job today? To find the adjective decay. She sits down in her chair (or tries). The seat disappears once again, she tries to make it look like she does not care. Adjectives.....The boy with 15 bracelets per arm hunkers into his desk chair. He is tall and fair. Who is this boy? The one without any joy. He is criticized. His spirit has died. His job today? To find the adjective decay. The first bell rings. His heart does not sing. Adjectives....She strolls into class, heels tip tapping. She spends her class napping. Her job today? To find the adjective decay. She does not care. She has nothing to share. Adjectives....what do all these people share? There is not a person who cares. No one who loves them as they come. They are viewed as ignorant, weird or dumb. And what is their job today? To find the adjective decay. Is not there more to life? Does it have to be all this strife? It is pointless. Why we are mean, give a good guess. Does anyone care? Can anyone share? But, what is our job today? To find the adjective decay.