An Evil Place
School is a terrible thing
With teachers who are duke
And a principal who is tyrant king
But I, Sir Luke,
Am a knave
All other students I must save
For the tyrant king plans to enslave
He hides behind a smile and a firm nod
He’ll act nice for awhile, but oh god
A beast he becomes
Yes, a beast for answers and sums
And of course what is a king without his knights
Football players and the likes
They are illiterate fools I say
But I agree I must stay out of their way
For if I don’t a terrible price I must pay
And like all others, I at the end of the day
Am just waiting for the best chance to break away
Copyright © Jack Luke | Year Posted 2017
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