Wild Life
I roam through the most chaotic plains of the savanna I call high school
But these Pridelands are nothing like the one we all grew up on
For there is nothing cute or cuddly about this Circle of Life
Arrogant monkeys swing from vines up above like they’re God’s gift to earth
Lazy hippos plop themselves down on the nearest couch to vegetate
Brute elephants stick their horns into everyone’s business
And the eager hornbills are quick to squawk about all the gossip they hear
We are taught to keep the grass cut
In order to have a clear view of the slithering snakes
Yet no one is warned of the king of the jungle
Who wears his crown 24/7
Amidst this fierce food chain, I am a giraffe
I stand tall and rise above all the drama of these four years in such an intricate labyrinth
Once this is over, we must enter the real world where it is survival of the fittest
And only the wildest of animals make it out alive