As the period commences

The masses are filled with glee.

Oh how fun passing period is

Of course, unless you’re me.

I try to take a leak,

But all the Juulers harsh my mellow.

What is that on the bathroom floor?

It looks kind of wet and yellow.

So I decide to grab a drink instead

Although the water fountain tastes like lead.

I give up as I hear the bell

Passing period is my living hell.

As students cluster on the stairs

They really don’t seem to care

That there is no space for me to pass

And all I want is to go to class.

I finally am almost there

Exhausted from the endless stairs.

My backpack weighs at least three tons

And a pigeon just crapped on me.