6th Hour

May 29, 2009
By Bailey Osborne BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
Bailey Osborne BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
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6th hour

Monotone; the voice of the keeper.
Kids, miserable and gone astray.

Eyes wander by nature.
Gum finds its way underneath the desk,
Counterfeit grins approach as someone
Propels saliva across the room.

Monotone; are the thoughts in my head.
Their pettiness just kills me.

Confined like animals in a cage,
We brawl and pick off our own.
The weak linger, behind others.
The strong remain buried beyond the unknown.

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