Homeroom
The room is all panic
Thre are chairs in the air
The room has become chaos
There's bubbe-gum in people's hair
The world is flying round and round
Can I get out of here?
I need to somehow escape
Is there an exit near?
I beg of you please
I need to go
I cannot survive this room
I'll send you to the principal's you know
Stop throwing paper
Stop shooting spitballs at me
Can someone tell me when the bell rings?
Oh no, it's not 'til three!
This poem is about:
My community
Our world