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.