I hear Warren buzzing, The diverse sounds I hear,
Those of students, each one buzzing as it should be calm and quiet,
The teacher buzzing as she teaches the class or student,
The janitor buzzing as he readies the mop, or sweeps the floor,
The principle buzzing what the rules are in his school, the vice principle buzzing as he walks throughout the halls,
The secretary buzzing as she sits behind her desk, the lunch lady buzzing as she serves the lunch,
The bad kids excuse, the good kid on his way to class in-between bells, or at lunch intermission, or at three dismissal,
The wonderful buzzing of the end of the day, or of the students on the way home, or of the kids laughing or playing,
Each buzzing what is his or hers and no one else’s,
The school which belongs the day – at night the tweets of the teens funny, serious,
Buzzing with quick fingers their peer pressured biased updates