When I think of school part three.

Where did all the good times go

Realisation… for all the goodwill in the world

I could not be taught anything I did not care for

The exams passed themselves so that the curriculum

gave off the appearance of working and we kept

locking people in toilets

Chaining little kids bags together

Hurling apples and the curvy bits of oranges towards crowds

waiting in a starved crazy anticipation for the splash

or the concussed kid to fall

Called people gays and lesbians and they laughed their little heart out

Polish Kids looking like a dogged-Voldemort

Posh kids so delusional we had to slap it out of them

Kids so ugly and stinky of shit

that to lie to them could only lead to serial killers

continual molesters and pedofiles

later on in life

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Blacks with microphone hair

Philipino’s with identical brothers

we lovingly dubbed Retard-bros