Signatures scrawled in illegible letters


Or swears directed at their betters


'Mr. Smith sucks!' or


'Does it really look like i give a f***?'


The latest gossip, too, is recorded


Kids couldn’t text, so to the desks they resorted


'Max broke up with Ellie'
'

Jake cheated on Kelly

'
'You wanna hear who’s prego?'
'

As if anyone doesn’t know!'


Arrows connecting the various dots


And scribbles running rampant on many spots

So immature, so juvenile


You couldn’t find something else to defile?


A sheet of paper, the back of a notebook


Somewhere where other people don’t look


Lyrics often are listed, indifferent colors;

black, red, blue


Math equations left half solved


As to the board a student was called


Until the fateful, unfortunate day


When the student just couldn’t get away


And was forced to detention and all the rest


To scrub the tops and scrape the gum off the bottoms of the desks


A gruesome task, if ever there was


That would teach the kid what a consequence does


To both your reputation and your pride.


Forgiveness would hopefully come from the one you defied,


But the very next day


You would be left without any words to say


When after all your hard work,


You saw once again the desks in disarray