Enter the Atmosphere
the color is not pink.
We watched the sink.
This poem is in ink.
The field is cold,
The air is cool,
Just like the school.
I’m just a fool.
As I walk through the hall,
It remind me of Sorya Mall.
Place we play ball,
Where I often fall.
Drama is everywhere,
So much of it, I can’t bear!
Pretty girls are everywhere.
Don’t as me where!
I’m running out of thought,
‘Cuz I’m just an old fart.
There’s not much to write about.
People seem to have to shout.
Pants are down.*
No body’s skin color is brown,
With the exception of Charlie Brown.
For girls, skirts are up.**
This is inking on a football field,
That is the ideal.
‘Cuz thats how I feel,
Don’t ask me to make a deal!
*Guys here wear pants so low, to the point where their boxers being show…many get pink slips, but they don’t care.
**While girls are on the opposite side, the shorts are skirts are so high up, that one could almost see the ‘you know’ with out even trying to look.
Helped by Jessica Whiting & Danille Wade
