This is a poem I wrote about the every day life of high school students. Enjoy.

At eight the bell rings
And the classes will see
Many hundreds of teens in complete misery.
The lockers start closing in the halls
Signaling the lurkers, against the walls
The time has come, and now they must pay
For staying up all night doing nothing but play.
The final bell rings the teachers come out
To tell the students what the day is about.
They have multiple choices
As to what their voice is, but the message is always the same:
"Jabber and jabber, yada and yada, turn in your homework or your grade will be nada!"
The students' faces, all filled with pain,
Make it clear that no mat…