The Red and White Blues

I believe I may now hate the 9th and 10th graders complacency and apathy more than I hate the administrations actions. Perhaps I've just become jaded to the incompetency. It's pretty much assumed all around that no matter what they do or change, it will only amount to a nuisance for us and the teachers, but will never actually improve the current state of our school. On the other hand, I suppose the younger kids can't help the fact that they've never experienced the joy of carrying a backpack or having a good principal. Anyway I wrote a little poem.

I walk in silence
with Bruce's Noose around my neck
all the while i think of violence
but that's only in my head.

and i wonder how long it will be
until the principals stop playing their game
and the students will be set free
from plastic bearing image and name

Not to be outdone, the lyrical mastermind of DJF, our lunch table's resident dago, and your and my good friend, Nico Salvatori, wrote a song about a very powerful force in most seniors' lives.

Ooooohh Maz why do you be
why do you torture with history
my notebook is neat, all my work is complete
for the rest of the year, I can't sleep or eat

Noooooooooo time for games
There's no time for fun
You've taken my life.
When will you be done?

I walk into your room, the first thing that i see
a death stare from you, checking for my ID
your hair is so short, why is this so
I have no ID, to the office I go

So great you are, at the job that you do
you should teach Brucey Bruce, a lesson or two

I'm so damn hungry, when is lunch
2 more periods to go...fuck

That's all for now.