Locks on our Shoes

Oh woe, oh the starting of our youth,

School comes to haunt us in a orderly manner,

With the chairs so cold, and the desk so dull,

And the school lunches never made me full.

The walls gave me this stare, this particular stare,

Of numbers and words, and pictures and signs,

But, not only that, comes in a creature far more,

Than the likes we seen, until they open that door.

As my companions watch with high fear,

I hold on for the impact of the beast that haunts us.

Blam! The door hits the wall, an eerie figure emerges,

With blood red eyes, and suit that shows his body,

Gave us a chill down our very spines, but then.

I woke up from a fright, from which came a sight,

Of my imagination of how school would’ve been,

For my first day, in junior high school.

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