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Here is another poem that I wrote for my NaPo Challenge. I'm worried that the flow is off in some places, so your suggestions are greatly appreciated! I hope you enjoy this poem 
High school’s a place of laughter,
A place we love to be,
Ha, that’s the biggest joke,
Here, I’ll let you see.
If you aren’t “popular”,
Then call yourself a ghost,
No one will speak with you,
Maybe a “hi”, at the most.
The students chant “fight”,
As he crumbles to the floor,
Blood is spraying from his face,
But all they want is more.
Don’t expect the staff to help,
As they watch safely from the side,
Oops, someone’s unconscious,
Maybe now this should subside.
Now the secretaries aren’t any better,
As they busily type away,
Don’t you dare ask for a favour,
I mean, that could take all day.
The vice principals are the sergeants,
Patrolling every hallway,
And if they smell your food,
Better enjoy starving for the day.
Oh, but if they find your cellphone,
Yikes, that might as well be a gun,
They’ll toss you in detention,
And without a phone it won’t be fun.
The principal says we’re family,
But in a dictatorship kind of way,
He’s changing all the rules,
I mean, who cares what we have to say.
The assignments aren’t too bad,
As long as you get them done,
But if you don’t, no worries,
Next year it’ll be the same one.
And if you’re ever late,
Better have a darn good explanation,
Unless attacked by wild dogs,
You’ll be watering the planation.
At least we are eco-friendly,
By never using heat,
Who cares about hypothermia,
The earth could use a treat.
My school is not like the movies,
Or close to the ones on T.V,
It’s not a place of enjoyment,
But a place we’re forced to be.
Now, I better burn this poem,
Because if my principal were to see,
Then the next thing getting burnt,
Is going to be me.
