Last year, a bliss, compared to today Last year was done the right way But now, here, there's blood in the halls One new man, many new walls In a whirlpool of lies, he screamed all is bad Then he tried to fix what we already had This peacock of a man, an egomaniac He's captured our freedom and I don't like that Adolescents, young adults, we're supposed to grow up Be he keeps building walls, whisper corrupt Bound to wrong code, life can't be learned What we wear should be our concern That treacherous two-faced restrictor of teens Your Stalin and Hitler or somewhere in between We must find a cure to your terrible disease Which dirties our minds and dirties our knees So listen, you grinch, you whore of a man Change what you do, change what you can 'Cause the only way to help us ever get class Is to listen to our problems and get off of your a--
Reason for writing:
I have this evil new principal..so this is dedicated to him
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